"Woah, wasn't easy at all," Alban said, after the plane had taken off. He looked at Ali, who sat beside him, looking out through the window. He turned back and reclined on the seat, looking up at the overhead bins, which got blurrier and blurrier with time, until the drowsiness weighed down on him like a barbell, then he gently shut his eyes and slept off.
Alban saw Olivia in a dream, yelling and calling his name from within a dark torrent, with thick, dark vapors. Her voice was smoggy, and the torrent covered her until he could only see her slender, fragile hands, waving through it, then it engulfed her completely.
He was jolted from sleep, seeing Ali, seated beside him, with an earpiece on. He shook his head and rubbed his face, looking to his side, to see if Olivia was there, but he saw her reading a book, with legs crossed. "Where are we now?" He asked Ali.
"No idea really," Ali said. "Buh we ha flown for reasonable hours."
