United Flight UA967 diverted from its expected path as darkness spread across the North Atlantic, turning an ordinary transatlantic crossing into a quiet study of uncertainty, trust, and the fragile choreography of modern air travel. The sun was dipping behind the Apennines when Flight UA967 pushed from the gate in Naples, Italy. Beneath the fuselage, the airport lights blurred into streaks of amber; above, the mid-August sky was a deep, liquid blue. Passengers settled, wrists tapped watches, and dreams of Newark began to take shape. What followed was an odyssey that would rip the plan from its script and carry…