We were running all the way. Thank God we didn’t have any luggage to check. We were finally on the flight (thanks to some outstanding foresight of Angela who was able to get last minute tickets with her famous I’m-a-doctor-it’s-an-emergency excuse. I smiled slightly, remembering how she’d gotten me into an R-rated movie that way. That girl has some serious acting skills).
Drew was staring out the window, and was extremely nervous and panicked. He was wearing some basket-ball shorts I’d found in the back of his car and my sweat-shirt. It was kind of too small for him, but he didn’t care. He was too busy panicking about Cynthia.
“Drew,” I touched his arm gently, “They won’t do anything until tomorrow morning. I promise. You need to relax. We’ll be there soon enough.”
He shrugged me off and stared out the plane window. I gave up, settling back and trying to fall asleep. I shuddered slightly. I was only wearing a cami, and without my sweatshirt I was pretty cold. It was still winter in Nebraska.