in Mexico.
My head turns back to Cooper as the flight attendant comes back with our drink order. I think I like being in first-class. You don’t have to wait until you’re airborne to get your drinks, not to mention all the special attention.
“Do you think she’ll really want to help?” I still have a hard time believing that Jenny, in any reality, would want to help me. Let’s just chalk it up to being burned one too many times.
“I’m sure of it.” He takes a sip of his water and reassures me by squeezing my hand. “She’s lost quite a bit and she has a lot to gain by joining us. Don’t forget, I come from a reality where we’re all already working together to take down Thornberry. It’s kinda a done deal.”
“I guess.”
But anything can happen right?
I get another squeeze for my thoughts. Damn, I hate when he does that.
“Yes, darlin’. Nothing’s ever set in stone, and timelines do, on occasion, veer off course. But I’m not concerned about Jenny. She’ll be on board.”
I settle back into my seat and take a sip of my coffee—ugh, bitter, even after I add cream. Okay, so first-class does have limitations. As we begin to pull out onto the runway, I examine all the flight literature and safety instructions. In many ways, flying is much scarier than jumping realities; the idea of being on a plane is exciting, but the possibility of crashing is not.
The next thing I know, I wake up with my head twisted to the side, with a little bit of drool on my t-shirt sleeve. Oh God, I hope Cooper didn’t notice. Worse yet, I hope I wasn’t snoring! I was so excited about our trip and being on my first flight ever, I must have exhausted myself.
“No, darlin’, no snoring, just a bit of drool,” he chuckles, responding to my thoughts again. How embarrassing!
“A real gentleman doesn’t mention things like that,” I point out.
“What makes you think I’m a gentleman?” He grins.
“Because you insist on calling me darlin’. Isn’t that what gentlemen do? Give women pet nicknames and pretend to be all proper?”
“Ah, you’re just mad I saw you drool. Don’t worry, it was totally cute.”
“Can we stop discussing my sleep habits and talk about something else?”
“Whatever you want darlin’”
Ugh!
“What time is it anyway? Did I sleep through the entire flight?” I peek out the window and can’t see anything but clouds, so I must not have been asleep for very long. However, I totally missed the flight attendant go over the safety information. Somehow, the pamphlets I read before falling asleep didn’t curb my nervousness about flying.
He shook his head. “You slept for about an hour. We still have another four to go.”
“Oh. Okay then, talk to me. Aside from Jenny, who are all these people we’re supposed to track down and recruit?” Are they people I know in this reality or my old one? Is an alternate Alex a part of the mission? If he is, talk about an awkward situation.
“No, there’s no alternate Alex involved,” he says, answering my thoughts. “But my friend Moose is. He’s actually a good buddy of mine from way back.”
“And what’s his gift?” I’m so curious about his friend’s ability, I forget to chastise Cooper for reading my mind again.
“Gift?”
“Yeah, you told me we all have these special abilities thanks to my dad. So, if Jenny’s a medium, I assume Moose has some sort of power too,” I whisper. We don’t need the other first class passengers to overhear what must sound like a ridiculous conversation. I take a peek around the cabin. I guess I don’t have to worry, everyone seems to be asleep or wearing headphones.
“Ah. Yes, Moose has special abilities. He’s an empath.”
“An empath. As in feeling emotions?” I know what empathy means, I’ve just never heard the term used in context with a person’s ability to literally be able feel them.
“Exactly. It actually serves him well in his profession.”
“Which is?” I can
My head turns back to Cooper as the flight attendant comes back with our drink order. I think I like being in first-class. You don’t have to wait until you’re airborne to get your drinks, not to mention all the special attention.
“Do you think she’ll really want to help?” I still have a hard time believing that Jenny, in any reality, would want to help me. Let’s just chalk it up to being burned one too many times.
“I’m sure of it.” He takes a sip of his water and reassures me by squeezing my hand. “She’s lost quite a bit and she has a lot to gain by joining us. Don’t forget, I come from a reality where we’re all already working together to take down Thornberry. It’s kinda a done deal.”
“I guess.”
But anything can happen right?
I get another squeeze for my thoughts. Damn, I hate when he does that.
“Yes, darlin’. Nothing’s ever set in stone, and timelines do, on occasion, veer off course. But I’m not concerned about Jenny. She’ll be on board.”
I settle back into my seat and take a sip of my coffee—ugh, bitter, even after I add cream. Okay, so first-class does have limitations. As we begin to pull out onto the runway, I examine all the flight literature and safety instructions. In many ways, flying is much scarier than jumping realities; the idea of being on a plane is exciting, but the possibility of crashing is not.
The next thing I know, I wake up with my head twisted to the side, with a little bit of drool on my t-shirt sleeve. Oh God, I hope Cooper didn’t notice. Worse yet, I hope I wasn’t snoring! I was so excited about our trip and being on my first flight ever, I must have exhausted myself.
“No, darlin’, no snoring, just a bit of drool,” he chuckles, responding to my thoughts again. How embarrassing!
“A real gentleman doesn’t mention things like that,” I point out.
“What makes you think I’m a gentleman?” He grins.
“Because you insist on calling me darlin’. Isn’t that what gentlemen do? Give women pet nicknames and pretend to be all proper?”
“Ah, you’re just mad I saw you drool. Don’t worry, it was totally cute.”
“Can we stop discussing my sleep habits and talk about something else?”
“Whatever you want darlin’”
Ugh!
“What time is it anyway? Did I sleep through the entire flight?” I peek out the window and can’t see anything but clouds, so I must not have been asleep for very long. However, I totally missed the flight attendant go over the safety information. Somehow, the pamphlets I read before falling asleep didn’t curb my nervousness about flying.
He shook his head. “You slept for about an hour. We still have another four to go.”
“Oh. Okay then, talk to me. Aside from Jenny, who are all these people we’re supposed to track down and recruit?” Are they people I know in this reality or my old one? Is an alternate Alex a part of the mission? If he is, talk about an awkward situation.
“No, there’s no alternate Alex involved,” he says, answering my thoughts. “But my friend Moose is. He’s actually a good buddy of mine from way back.”
“And what’s his gift?” I’m so curious about his friend’s ability, I forget to chastise Cooper for reading my mind again.
“Gift?”
“Yeah, you told me we all have these special abilities thanks to my dad. So, if Jenny’s a medium, I assume Moose has some sort of power too,” I whisper. We don’t need the other first class passengers to overhear what must sound like a ridiculous conversation. I take a peek around the cabin. I guess I don’t have to worry, everyone seems to be asleep or wearing headphones.
“Ah. Yes, Moose has special abilities. He’s an empath.”
“An empath. As in feeling emotions?” I know what empathy means, I’ve just never heard the term used in context with a person’s ability to literally be able feel them.
“Exactly. It actually serves him well in his profession.”
“Which is?” I can
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