Coast to Coast
The plane was eerily quiet. Sure, it was technically the ‘go to sleep’ portion of the flight, with the windows shuttered and the lights dimmed, but still, when are planes ever quiet? If even the rowdiest kids get some shuteye you know something is up.
Touchdown couldn’t come fast enough but it seemed to actively refuse the passage of time, and not just in that we’re entering a different time zone pseudo time travel crap. I’d spent the hours I’d already been airborne checking my watch, asking the stewards for updates and discreetly checking that the internet on my phone still doesn’t work.
I’d never met the girl but the last message I’d received from her – and the ensuing radio silence of the next two days – had worried me enough to book a ticket and jump on the next plane in a daze of emotion. You know that saying, you don’t know what you have ‘til it’s gone? I guess that applies. Not that I have her. Not that I think I ever will. But when someone worries you like that you do what you have to do, right? Searching the alien state for an address I’d scribbled down in a rush and a person I knew only from photographs was going to be an adventure.
I just hope it has a happy ending.