Baptism of fire, I never knew what that meant
But now the flames are rising higher I guess haven't seen anything yet
Because it's coming down around me and I am rising up
Like a phoenix from the ashes wings across the blue
The only way out is through


The pilot had announced the upcoming approach to Destiny City International Airport (aka Logan) when Tyler finally asked the question again. Try as she might Angie had not figured out a way to settle his concerns about their return to her destroyed-and-co opted home city, so she gave up trying and instead just addressed them as they arose.

"How you doing?"

Something must be working, she thought, he hasn't asked since we were over Cincinnati.

She glanced up from her book, smiled slightly. "I'm okay."

There was The Look, raised eyebrows, eyes wide and intense.

"Don't play me."

She closed the book, the one she hadn't really been reading for at least the past five hundred miles. The closer they got to Boston - she'd resolved never to call it Destiny City when they were alone - the tighter the little knot in her gut clenched. Little it may have been, but it was there. She knew better than to offer an elaborate defense.

"Ham, you remember we've discussed the difference between 'okay' and 'fine'."

The Other Look emerged, an exasperated smirk, so she gripped his hand for emphasis and added, "Besides, I had my baptism of fire over this a long time ago, courtesy of David."

He lifted her hand and kissed the lotus wedding band, a favorite silent gesture of affection.

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, Angel, but they don't stop at one."

She sighed a little in resignation. "Yeah I know, but hope springs eternal."

Now he smiled and leaned over to kiss her for real.

"My kinda woman."

The pilot announced again, and they buckled in for landing.