Mac managed to get an hour of sleep the next morning after a walk to get the morning paper. By mid morning she was showered, dressed and full of caffeine. She figured by leaving a bit later, she would give her dad time to get a full night's rest and get checked out by his doctor.
She arrived at his room with a paper and a bag full of pastries for any potential visitors who decided to stop by that day.
Before entering the room, she heard another voice, not her father's muffled through the door. Figuring it was his doctor, she stayed outside of the room for a moment to give him some privacy. Suddenly, Mackenzie realized the voice was not that of an Englishman. It was American. Her mouth dropped in shock, before opening the door and briskly walking inside.
The tall figure looked up from the chair and smiled slightly.
"There she is!" Her father beamed at her raising his arms up for a hug.
"Good morning." She said, surprised at the scene in front of her, before giving her dad a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Will sat in his casual wear- a navy sweater and jeans, his leather jacket thrown over the side of his chair, his blonde hair slightly wind blown. He was as handsome as he'd ever been, maybe more. He looked relaxed, content.
"I was just telling your father about Neal getting arrested at that rally."
"That Occupy Wallstreet shenanigans is brilliant. You can't make these things up."
Mac sat in the chair beside him and watched two men banter. When Mac felt Will put his arm around her chair, she knew she was in the Twilight Zone.
"Mackenzie?" Her father woke her from her reverie.
"Yes?" She looked up at him with a distracted smile on her face.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, yes, I'm fine."
The three of them conversed about upcoming election. Her father knew American politics better than most Americans. Every once in a while, when her father began a monologue about Republicans Mac would make eye contact with Will and he would squeeze her hand gently, as if to say, "Later."
"Okay. Well, I hate to rush you out, but I need a bit of a rest."
"Dad, I just got here and it's almost 11."
"Sorry dear. Doctor's rules. William, can you please take my daughter out for breakfast or lunch or that brunch thing people always go on about? She looks like she hasn't eaten in a year."
"I think I can do that."
Will put on his coat and guided her out of the room by putting his hand gently on the small of her back.
"Very well. Off with the two of you. See you both a bit later."
Mackenzie turned to her father one more time and he winked at her.
She would thank him later.
When they got into the elevator, she immediately turned to him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking you out for breakfast or lunch...or brunch," he said mimicking her father's words.
"You flew the whole night to take me out for breakfast?"
"Yes." He said simply.