"Yo! Smellbig! Are you ready to head out to the airport?" Hannah asked, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for her friend to emerge from upstairs. "You know Swike is waiting for us out in the car already!"

"Shove it, Farto, I'll be down in a moment! I just have to find my passport…"

"Fuck, Grace, really? You couldn't have done that last night?" Turning, she yanked her front door open, yelling to Swike. "Grace can't find her fucking passport, I'm going to head upstairs and find it for her!"

The other woman just shook her head as she waved her inside. Hannah gave her a wide grin before flipping around and heading back inside and bounding up the stairs into the disastrous mess that Grace called her room. The young woman was dancing around the room rapidly, her arms flailing as she moved things from one pile to another in an effort to find the missing document. "I cannot believe this is happening! I put it in a safe spot so that I would know right where it was this morning. And now it's gone! You don't think that Goose somehow ate it, do you?" Grace wailed as she flopped down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"No, Goose did not eat it. Or, at least I'm hoping that he didn't. Come on, close your eyes and think about when you last saw your passport."

Grace did as she asked, allowing Hannah to watch her without getting caught staring. "What now?" she peevishly asked Hannah, to which she laughed heartily. "Farto?"

"Relax! And think about the passport."

Grace nodded and fell silent, obviously wracking her brain. While she was occupied, Hannah began to quietly look around the room, using her knowledge of Grace and how her mind worked to narrow down the possible places that the passport could be hiding. Silently snapping her fingers, she opened the drawer on the nightstand, pulled out Grace's journal, and opened the cover. "Is this what you were tearing apart your room to find?" she asked triumphantly, holding the passport aloft.

Grace's eyes snapped open and she focused on the thin book. "Yes! Where did you find it?"

"Hiding in your journal so that you wouldn't forget to bring either with you. Now come on, we have to get a move on. The security lines are going to be ridiculous as it is."

She nodded and held her hand out expectantly. It was Hannah's turn to roll her eyes as she grabbed hold of it and tugged Grace to her feet. "I didn't even think about that. Let's go!" Grace closed her hand tightly around Hannah's and fairly dragged her down the stairs, picking up the carry-on bag as they ran by, the door slamming closed behind them.

"Sarah! We found it just in the nick of time!" Hannah said as she clambered back into the passenger seat of the car. The woman arched an eyebrow as she backed out of the driveway and began the trek to the airport. "Or rather, I found it. Grace would still be searching if I hadn't stepped in."

"Whatever, Hannah. I just hope that Chester isn't too upset that we're going to Australia and he isn't."

Grace sighed as she stared out the window, and Hannah tried to tamp out the feelings of jealousy that quickly arose at the sound of that name. It wasn't that she didn't like the guy, she just felt that he was completely wrong for her Grace. Blushing a little at the possessive thought, she let her eyes fall on Swike, taking in the bemused smile she wore. A small pout was all it took to get her to start talking. "Well, you could always Skype with him, when you have a free moment."

An exaggerated sigh slipped from Grace's lips as she shook her head wildly. "No, I can't do that. The time difference is going to be too much, and I wouldn't want to keep him up when he could be sleeping. I suppose that I'll just have to be content with sending him emails and posting on his wall."

"Yeah, it's such a hard life that we lead, isn't it?" Hannah muttered as she pulled out her phone and called up her reservation once more. "What time did you say our plane left?" she asked, looking at the departure time on her itinerary.

"Our flight takes off at two in the afternoon, why?"

"Because the confirmation email that I received yesterday says that my flight doesn't take off until quarter to three. So, which one is right?"

"Huh," Sarah said as she pulled out her phone and handed it to Hannah without looking. "Check my email. I'm more than certain that I didn't look at the time wrong. Grace, what time does it say on your confirmation?"

Hannah tapped away on Sarah's phone as she listened for Grace's answer. "I'm at a quarter to three, also, Swike. What does it say for Sarah, Harto?"

"Jeez, give me a second here, this isn't my phone." She frowned as she had to reenter some information, finally getting Swike's email to pop up. She was more than glad though, that the woman loved to keep things neat and orderly, since everything pertaining to the con was in a separate folder from the rest of her mail. Touching that folder, she once more waited for the information to pop up, and then she chose the email confirming their flights. "The fuck?!"

"What is it?" Sarah asked, a touch of panic in her voice.

"We're on separate flights! You and Mamrie are flying out at two, Grace and I are flying out at quarter to three. I thought that we were all going to be together?"

"I told the travel agent to get us there whatever way possible. This was a last minute thing, so maybe most of the other YouTube people got on the earlier flight."

"Maybe." Hannah felt herself start to pout, wanting them to be together on a long ass flight. "God, this is going to suck so bad!"

"What? Having to talk to me for the entire flight?" Grace asked, sounding rather put out.

"No, not being together! That was what I like, especially when we're going to be over water for so much of the flight. I mean, if something was to happen to us, I want to go out with the people who mean the most to me in the world."

Grace sniffled a little in the back seat, and Hannah tried to not let out a low growl of frustration. She hadn't meant to make her friend cry, and yet that is exactly what had happened. "I don't think that we're going to die, Hanners. Why are you being so morbid?"

Hannah shrugged, unable to pinpoint exactly why she was feeling a vague sense of unease at the upcoming flight. She had learned long ago, though, to give weight to those feelings, since they often proved to be true. "I just like to have a contingency plan for my contingency plan," she finally said, looking at Sarah once more.

"I know, I just want to think that everything is going to be perfect. And we are so heading to a zoo where we can pet a koala before we head back to California." Grace reached up and squeezed her shoulder softly, trying to reassure Hannah. She only hoped that the optimism was completely warranted.