Jessica and I board the plane. "We've got a stopover in England, but after that, we're home free."

Jess places her bag in the over head compartment and sits down her gaze is out the window.

"Wish they'd let us smoke in here... I hate flying."

she chuckles " here" she says handing him some gum" take you mind of it"

I chew the gum. "At least we're in first class."

Jess stretches out " yea plenty of leg room" but on hearing the roar of the engines grips the chair tight.

"I guess I'm not the only one who likes their feet firmly on the ground."

Jess looked at him " never did like flying its why i became a hunter/ tracker"

I nod, grinning sympathetically. "Don't worry, only... Oh, crap. Twelve hours..."

Jess's eyes widen " twelve hours " she says standing up " I got to get out" she says

At that moment, the plane starts moving.

Jess starts to panic " I got to get off" she keeps saying over and over again.

"Sit down. I have an idea."

Jess sits down her hands gripping the seat as her heart beat hard in her chest she closed her eyes to take away the feeling of pure panic she now felt..

I enter her mind, and project an image of a Hawaiian beach. "There. Much better."