"Wain, I'll take control of the plane." Elsa said, stepping into the cockpit.
"Of course." Wain muttered and took a pre-prepared whiskey from the shelf. He knew the flight would be several hours long, so he took one bottle from the stockroom.
Wain had never denied himself the pleasure of a good drink or smoke. Any doctor would have advised him to give up these were bad habits, but could doctors give any other advice?
"Decided to brighten up the flight?" Vineta asked. Just as Gisle had said, she went with Wain and Elsa to Overion. She sat by the window and pondered.
"Sure, you want to join us?" Wain asked, opening the bottle.
Vineta nodded slightly and slid the glass toward him. She worried that the appearance of the island was only the beginning. She was worried about what would happen in twenty-four hours, but she tried not to show it.
Crackle.
