Jack was more than a little worried when he stepped off the plane. The funeral was set for a certain time. He wasn't quite sure what would happen at two pm Monday if there wasn't a body Then again, he'd always believed it was better to be safe than sorry, and he couldn't fault the pilot for his decision.
"Oh no!" a female voice gasped just as a suitcase him in the head. "I'm so sorry!" Jack turned to face a young blonde woman, looking very chagrined. "it's just so clumsy,"
Jack smiled, reached out, and grabbed her bag from her. He almost lost his smile when he saw her belly, but through force of will held onto it. What kind of idiot doctor did she have, that had allowed her to fly in her third trimester? "How far along are you?" he asked.
"Hm?" she blinked and then laughed briefly. "oh, the baby! Eight months. Almost done, thank God."
"Sorry, sorry, coming through."
Jack looked back down the tunnel The fidgety looking young man was pushing his way through, trying not to jostle anyone, and failing for the most part. When he drew up next to Jack and the young woman, he knocked her carryon out of Jack's hands.
"Sorry all elbows," he apologized with a quick grin, picking it up and handing it to the woman before rushing off.
"Guess somebody really needs to use the restrooms," the woman laughed.
Jack smiled a bit at that. "Come on let's find you somewhere to sit down."