The Kirby's left a little while after Alan had agreed to their offer. After he agreed they had finished finalizing the plans and then giving the waitress their card info. "Dinner is on us." They had told the trio, telling them to order anything on the menu. Alan had elected to leave but Billy wouldn't allow Charlotte to go back until she tried all his favorite dishes.

"C'mon. It's free."

"To us. But the Kirby's probably wouldn't expect us to spend more than thirty dollars here." She argued as Billy got another round for the two of them. The next hour was filled with Billy trying in vain to teach the young brunette how to throw darts at least close to the center of the board. She did, by the end of the night, admit that she had a good time, only slightly regretting her choice to spend all her free time reading and digging up bones rather than go to bars the last time she was in Montana.

After the duo had made their way back to the camp they went their separate ways into their trailers, Charlotte tried to get into her bed as quietly as she could, that didn't stop one of her "roommates" from waking up at the sound of large boots hitting the ground.

"Oh my god," a quiet voice erupted from the bed closest to Charlotte. "What time is it?"

"10:42. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. You're Grant's niece, right?" Charlotte's eyes had adjusted well enough to see that the woman she had woken up was the same one who she saw with Billy earlier.

"Charlotte. Or Charlie."

"I'm Cheryl." She responded holding in a yawn. "Billy definitely has a type." Charlotte smiled in response despite being confused at the comment and slightly annoyed that Cheryl was putting her into a category.

"I actually am leaving tommorow, so I have to wake up early. I can leave if you want me to."

Cheryl shook her head. "We wake up early anyway to dig."

They said their goodnights as Charlotte started getting ready. Soon she was curled up in the bed, and as uncomfortable as she was, fell fast asleep.

The next morning Charlotte only had time for a small snack so she filled her backpack up with all the protein bars and water she could find. She didn't know how long they would be on the plane and luckily she had grown used to hoarding her food around at work so she didn't have much of a problem bringing a large bag.

She found Billy running around the camp asking other students where her uncle was.

"If we miss the plane because he doesn't like this idea, we won't be able to dig here for much longer." Billy was having a hard time controlling his panic. Charlotte wasn't surprised he was so anxious, beneath the laid back personality he was just as high strung as the next person. "How are you by the way? We haven't talked in a while."

"What? Oh, I'm good. What about you?"

"I'm great now." Before Charlotte could respond her uncle came into view.

"Took you long enough." His assistant yelled.

"Do my a favor Billy," He started. "next time, don't sign us up for giving a tour of dinosaurs."

Two hours later they were sitting comfortably on a small plane that made Charlotte want to jump out of, but not in the safe way. There was a pilot and copilot seat and then three rows of looked at her uncle next to her who was trying to find a comfortable position to sit. He turned his head to Billy who was messing with his camera bag behind him.

"Even with what I pay you, you could get a better bag."

"No way. This is lucky. Couple years ago some buddies and I went hang gliding off these cliffs in New Zealand. Updraft sent me right into the side. BOOM!" Charlotte had heard this story before and rolled her eyes at his idea of fun. Though he would argue with what she viewed as fun was "boring" and "lame".

"That does sound lucky." He uncle responded, obviously confused with his idea of lucky.

"It was this strap alone that saved my life. Got caught on a rock as I was falling."

"Reverse-Darwinism. Survival of the most idiotic."

Charlotte let out a laugh at her uncle's explanation. " It's nice to see how far we've evolved." Her sarcastic response only got her an amused reaction from Billy and a polite smile from her uncle. So much for family bonding she thought as she opened her pack to grab her book and some granola. She had just gotten to a myth on Prometheus when she heard Billy thank her uncle.

"Listen Alan, I really appreciate you bringing me along."

"The bones will be there when we get back. That's the nice thing about them. They never run away." He paused. "And besides, you got me into this. I don't intend to have either me or Charlotte be alone with these people."

He nodded in confirmation with his confession, finally finding a comfortable position to sleep. Billy looked over at the girl, determined to talk to her but after seeing her immersed in her book he turned to the man next to him.

"So how do you know the Kirby's?"

"Through our church."

"What religion?" He asked, not really curious but he'd rather have a mindless conversation than continue the plane ride in silence.

"Uh...the one that worships God and believes in being
good. "

Billy turned to Charlotte. "Hey."

"Hi."

"What are you reading." He nodded as she showed him the cover of her book.

"It's one of my favorites."

"You rank your favorite books on greek mythology?"

She nodded. "Some don't include my favorite myths."

"I think you could write your own book, with all your favorite myths. Even last time you were at the dig you read those books instead of going out."

Charlotte shrugged at the suggestion. She wouldn't admit that she had already started compiling a list of her favorite myths in an attempt to write her own book on myths. That confession would just make her fascination with fantasy an easy topic to get teased over.

"I talked to Cheryl last night." She was pleased to see her companion awkwardly shift in his seat.

"She tends to stretch the truth. We went on one date."

"Really? She didn't even mention you." She watched as his expression turned from panic to embarrassment.

"Exactly, there's nothing to tell."

"I think she's sweet. You two would be good together." Charlotte was met with silence as Billy made a face and turned towards the window. She smiled to herself, she never was able to tease people on their past or present romantic relationships. She tried with her sister, Rachel, but she had gotten so angry that Charlotte had a bruise in the shape of a hand for weeks.