This is Gracie wiley's work. Don't give me credit.
Okay, so we've all travelled before, right? In some way or another we've reached a destination by using some sort of mechanical function, whether you were walking, or riding a train, or sailing by boat, you have travelled. But I'll bet a million bucks you haven't travelled the way I have. No, I'm not some crazy time traveller in a blue box or in a rusty old car; and NO, I'm, not a special gifted person with magical powers or some gold ring or some wand thingy, I'm simply me.I'm one of those teenage tv show fangirls who wishes she was a special person with powers or a blue box or a rusty old car that travels back into the future or owns a ring given to her from a uncle that can make you invincible. Yeah, one of those girls. But everything changed one I should say one night. I go on airplane flights all the time, back and forth from my mom and dad. They aren't divorced, they just are both really consumed in their jobs and live apart from each other most the year. I spend time with both of them a month at a time. My dad lives in Idaho and my mom lives in Oregon. Anyway, it was a red-eye flight this time back to my mom's, I hate red-eyes. This one was worse than most because I had been dancing all day at a really long recital and I was tired. Really tired. So tired in fact that I boarded the wrong plane. I fell asleep right away in the plane and didn't think twice. Twelve hours later I woke up, Everything was fine...before I looked at my watch that is. Three in the afternoon? The plane should have landed hours ago! I snapped out of my grogginess real fast I'll tell you that. Nervously I looked out my window. We were in the clouds, I couldn't see a thing. I jumped out of my seat and tried as calmly as I could to pass the large man sitting next to me. I met up with an airline stewardess and started off with, "Hello, my name is Audrey Lake, I was wondering why-" I was cut off by the medium height brunette, "I'm sorry dear, I have to make a quick announcement, and spoilers, we are landing soon so go sit down!" I made my way through a small crowd of people in the isle who were getting things from their compartments above and sat least we were landing, that was good. I heard a voice above me say, "Good afternoon, passengers! We will soon be landing so please sit down and buckle up!" I wanted to go and asked again about the destination, but I had to sit and remain buckled. I waited. And waited. And waited. We didn't descend any lower than our normal height. As if flicked on by switch, everyone unbuckled. It was scary how in sync they did it. Quickly I unbuckled myself and found the stewardess and demanded, "Where are we going?" The woman looked at me suspiciously then smiled a plastered smile, "Oh, I don't have time for pranks, if you really want some entertainment to amuse yourself then go look at the brochure in the back pocket of the chair in front of you!" I felt a small panic attack inside when I couldn't find the brochure. Now I was officially panicking. I found a different stewardess and nearly shouted, "How long have we been on this plane?" Her blond hair and blue eyes looked so innocent, and her attitude was sugar sweet. "Why Honey we just boarded! Loosen you're girdle and try to sleep, it's near midnight!" Her blonde hair and southern accent brushed past me with the rest of her. I went to sit down and took her advice. I convinced myself that I was dreaming and waking up made things better. I slept. And slept. And slept. And...you know what, let's just move on because you could say "And slept" today, tomorrow, the next day and so on without getting close to how long I slept.
"That was an odd dream. I'd better go tell Sherlock." John got up to go consult the detective.