We continued to soar through the sky, as more clouds began to fill up the airspace. I laid back, feeling relaxed for once in this era of chaos.
I looked to the side of me, seeing Brie continue to pilot the plane. She didn't look tired one bit, and I respected that.
"How soon until we reach California?" I asked, in which Brie chuckled and smiled. She responded, "About another thousand miles away from California."
"It seems so far away," I said, anticipating the next scenario of events. "We'll go to Fulton, ask him to call both our agencies, then we'll go our separate ways."
Brie nodded, but the nod didn't seem as excited.
"Brie, you good?" I asked. She looked at me and scoffed. "Am I good—I'm great!" she shouted, but the doubt in her voice was too large not to notice.
"Okay…" I muttered, laying back on my seat.
