Meanwhile, Phineas and Isabella had just passed the security checkpoint. Phineas passed with ease, since he only had his phone and wallet with him. Isabella had to have her handbag checked though. The security guard made her get rid of some hand sanitizer that was packaged in a bottle half an ounce too large. Also, she forgot to take off her dress belt. She was rudely reminded of this when the metal detector beeped and the guard sent her back to try again. Not a big deal, but still worth a laugh for Phineas.

They boarded an elevated train to the terminal, watching the cars and buses hustle in and out of the airport. When they arrived, they looked for their gate. A game was made out of this, and Phineas was the one that spotted the gate first. His prize: bragging rights. He wasn't the type to brag though, so the prize really amounted to nothing. They sat next to the window and observed the plane that they were going to get on. Not too tiny, thought Phineas. They talked about their trips and adventures while they waited to board.

Ten minutes after they sat down, a voice said, "Will all of the passengers of American Airlines Flight 237 please start boarding." The voice proceeded to say what to do with baby strollers and wheelchairs.

"Allright, that's us" Phineas said. They walked together and took a place in the line. Soon enough, their tickets were taken and they were in the plane. Phineas looked for their seats, 9D and E. The plane rows had three seats on one side of the aisle, and two on the other. They had the side with the two seats. Isabella was happy at the idea.

"Where do you want to sit, Izzy?" asked Phineas. She chose the window seat. He got the aisle seat, not the least upset. He still had a decently good window view, since the seats were so close together. These airplane seats make us look like sardines, he thought.

Soon enough, the plane taxied and took off. Isabella regretted taking the window seat, because she started to feel lightheaded when the plane rose into the air and banked a little too sharply. She instinctively looked the other way, butting into Phineas' shoulder. He knew what was going on. He pushed the arm rest between them back into the seat, put his arm around her, and rested her head in his chest. "It's okay, I got you." She nuzzled into him, and dozed off to sleep.

Phineas stayed awake for a little while after Isabella fell asleep in his arms. He looked through the window. The sun was already up, the light painting the clouds a lovely red. If only she could see this, he thought.

He then thought about what he was doing right now. At first, it seemed kind of awkward to hold Isabella. It was more of a nervous thing though, and he soon grew used to it. Now that she was asleep, it felt natural, as if he has always done it. He placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and covered her with the blanket that was folded in the seat pouch in front of him. The long flight and the view of the clouds started to make Phineas sleepy. As he dozed off, his head started to droop. He took care to rest his head on Isabella's shoulder in a way that wouldn't hurt or be uncomfortable on her.

When Isabella woke, she found herself still in Phineas' embrace. He was asleep, head drooping to the side, resting on her shoulder. She grew ecstatic about this, and giggled to herself. This caused Phineas to stir and wake up. He gave her sleepy look, "How was your beauty sleep?"

"It was wonderful, thanks" Isabella replied, half in reality, half in Phineas-Land. "Yours?"

"It was good. But it's great that you got some rest, you need it."

Isabella responded in mock-insult, "You think I need beauty sleep? What is this?" She put the back of her palm on her forehead, still playing the victim.

"No Izzy, I think you're beau-" Phineas cut himself off.

"What? What were you going to say?" pressed Isabella. Her eyes were getting wider by the second.

"I think you're beautiful, Izzy." Phineas found himself grinning like an idiot, and didn't know why. He tried to suppress it, but that just made his cheeks hurt. He chuckled to relieve the pressure.

"Why thank you" she replied dreamily.

He sighed and continued "I mean, it's true. When I made the cute-meter to find Meap, I knew you were going to interfere, so I configured it to not detect you. Although I honestly didn't know that you would break the machine."

"So you thought that I wasn't that cute?"

He felt like he was being pinned into questions that he didn't want to answer right there. But he gave her a short answer anyways, "No, I thought that the machine was going to explode."

Isabella felt her heart melting, and turned to look out of the window. Phineas forgot what he was about to do, thought for a while, then remembered that he was going to check the time. It was past 9 in the morning. He said, "We're almost in Dallas, the plane should start descending anytime now."

As if on cue, a cool voice, the captain's voice, said "Allright folks, we are about to begin our descent. We still have a ways to go, but please fasten your seatbelt when seated, lock your trays in their upright positions, and try not to venture anywhere unless needed."

Phineas said, "Wow, we were so asleep we didn't even notice when the flight attendants came by to give us our snacks and drinks." He casually looked in Isabella's direction. She was looking out the window. He smiled.

Ten minutes passed when the seatbelt logo officially came on. All of a sudden, they felt their ears start to pop. The plane was beginning its descent. They dove into the clouds, and felt the turbulence bounce them up and down. On one particularly rough bump, Isabella couldn't help letting out a squeal of fear. Phineas laughed softly, but she still heard him. "I can't help it, I'm a girl" she said indignantly.

For some reason, she started to feel lightheaded again. The plane was descending too quickly for her comfort. Once the plane got out of the clouds, it started banking to align itself with the runway. This made it worse on Isabella. She pulled down the window covering, shutting the window.

Phineas was staring out the window at the time. He was admiring the Dallas skyline and the surrounding area, even though it was cloudy. Then Isabella pulled down the window covering. "Hey, what was that for?"

Isabella just shook her head in her hands. He realized that she wasn't feeling well. He pulled her towards him again, resting her head in his chest, and wrapping his arms around her. The awkwardness was gone. Now, it actually felt good. He smiled, and said "It's going to be allright."

The landing at Dallas wasn't that graceful either. The plane pulled in too fast, and abruptly stopped, sending a scare down many a passenger. Phineas could handle it, but Isabella clutched onto him. "It's okay. It's over now." She reluctantly let go of him and smiled meekly.

A nasally voice came on the intercom. "Folks, welcome to Dallas. The local time is 9:56, a little bit ahead of schedule. It's a cloudy day today, a few scattered showers and the temperature a moderate 82 degrees. You will be exiting into the airport at gate D17; that's D as in dog. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete stop. We hope you have enjoyed your flight with American Airlines today. We all wish you a good stay at Dallas, or wherever your final destination may be."