Thursday, June 21st, 7:00pm
Kyra (and Sean)
Kyra sits at the window. Sean takes the seat beside her.
Kyra: Oh God, not you again.
Sean: Yep. Me again.
Kyra: Well at least I won’t have to worry about seeing you for a while. I’m flying down to see my gramma in Florida.
Sean: Hope you’re in good shape.
Kyra: What for?
Sean: Ever been on a plane before?
Kyra: Nope. First time.
Sean: ‘Coz you’ve gotta flap your arms or the plane won’t take off.
Sean: Seriously. If everyone doesn’t flap their arms, the plane won’t leave the ground. All part of cost cutting and energy environmental crap. It was on the news.
Kyra stares at him.
Sean: Ask anyone.
Kyra turns away, squeezing her arm muscles discretely as she looks out the window.
Next stop: Friday, June 22nd, 5:00pm