"Come on, sleepyhead. Wake up."
At some point in our trip, Brack had moved up front. It enabled me to splay across the backseat with my legs pulled up in a fetal position.
"You awake?" he asked.
I sat up sleepily. "Yes, where are we?" It was no longer daylight.
"A small airport. We're taking off in about fifteen minutes and I thought you might want to use the bathroom and get a Coke and snacks out of the machine."
"You didn't tell me we were flying anywhere." The whine entered my voice. What the hell was wrong with me?
"You didn't ask, sunshine."
Sunshine- even I knew that was a stretch. "You won't be so happy when I puke during the flight." I replied grumpily. "Me and air travel don't get along."
