Capt Ross: "Georgia Tech?"

Sgt Bayfourth: "Skipper?" The Captain's unsure face turned into a huge smile when he saw his Ball Turret Gunner.

Capt Ross: "BAYFOURTH!" The two of them ran up to each other and gave shook hands and looked each other over. "Look at you, not a scratch, gee it's great to see you again Sergeant."

Sgt Bayfourth: "It's good to see you skipper." The Ball Turret Gunner then turned to see Tracer, and was confused. "Who's she?" The Captain turned around and looked at Tracer, then back at Sgt Bayfourth.

Capt Ross: "Oh, where are my manners, Sergeant, this is Lt Oxton of the RAF."

Tracer: "Nice to meet you Sergeant."

Sgt Bayfourth: "Nice to meet you Lieutenant." They all sat down again among the brush until nightfall fell over them once again, meanwhile Capt Ross and Sgt Bayfourth were telling Tracer about some of their previous missions.

Sgt Bayfourth (Dramatically): "And there was both heavy flak, and fighters at the same time, I had my sights on one, he was coming right at me, I froze, but I gathered my strength and shot him out of the..."

Capt Ross: "Which raid was this again Sergeant?" The Captain raised an eyebrow as Tracer tried to hide her laughter.

Sgt Bayfourth: "Um, it um was, the, well the um, the Cherbourg Raid?"

Capt Ross: "Then a flak shell must have gone off near your head Sergeant. We faced moderate flak and no fighters at Cherbourg, we went to destroy a U-Boat base, a simple milk run." Tracer laughed at the story, but then squinted because of the sun.

Tracer: "Damn, I wish I had my sunglasses, but they broke when I crash landed." Capt Ross then looked in his front jacket pocket and saw his extra pair of sunglasses, he pulled them out of his pocket and handed them to Tracer.

Capt Ross: "Here, take my spare pair of glasses." Tracer's eyes widened, they looked like her old pair, but she didn't want to seem rude or anything of course.

Tracer: "Are you sure?"

Capt Ross: "Don't worry, take them, their just my spare pair of sunglasses, I have another pair in my trouser pocket."

Tracer (Extremely Happily): "Thanks, thanks a lot." She put them on, they fit perfectly, just like her old ones. She then felt a little sad, she remembered where she had first gotten those sunglasses, her friends back at Overwatch had given them to her when she was accepted into the organization. The Captain noticed this and decided to be a bit nosy and ask what was wrong.

Capt Ross: "Is everything alright?" Tracer turned to look at the Captain.

Tracer: "Yeah, I'm fine, these glasses, reminded me of something, some people if you will."

Capt Ross: "Your friends back in England?" Tracer looked up at the sky and looked at the sky, she imagined herself flying through those skies like she always wanted too.

Tracer: "Yeah, I wish I could see them again."

Sgt Bayfourth: "Well when we get to Switzerland, we'll soon be back in England and we'll all see our friends again." Tracer grinned a bit, she would find a way to get home, she hopped. She took her hand out of her jacket pocket and looked at it, it seemed alright, but it was a little transparent.

Nightfall soon fell over the countryside of Southern Germany, and with the fall of night, they got moving and found a road, the road led south, so the three of them decided to follow it from the brush. It was a foot aching walk, but they were all able to manage the long walk, until they heard a rumbling of an engine. The three of them turned around to see a pair of headlights.

Capt Ross: "Truck, hit the dirt!" The three of them got on their stomachs and watched as the truck stopped right in front of them, not even a foot away, two Germans stepped out, they were in Wehrmacht Uniforms, they went up to the hood of the truck and started mumbling about the engine making noises.

Capt Ross: "This might be a lucky break."

Tracer: "What do you mean love?"

Capt Ross: "We hop into the back of the truck and go as far south as their going, then we go by foot to Switzerland. Simple." He grinned, Tracer thought it was a great plan, closing plenty of miles between them and Switzerland. But Sgt Bayfourth was a little negative to the plan.

Sgt Bayfourth: "I don't know skipper, seems like were taking a risk."

Capt Ross: "We're already at risk here in Germany, how much more are we adding?"

Sgt Bayfourth: "A lot."

Capt Ross: "Well, no use in not trying." The Captain crawled over to the back of the Opel blintz and jumped in the back, he called for Bayfourth, he did the same as his commanding officer and jumped into the back, the Captain helped him in.

Sgt Bayfourth (Whispering): "Come on Lieutenant, it's your turn!" Tracer did the same as the two other american fliers, she crawled over to the truck and Capt Ross helped her up, but when he went for her right hand, it was as if his hand went through hers. Tracer tried again with her other hand and got in the back with the two others. But Capt Ross was confused about how his hand somehow, went through hers.

The two Germans finished tinkering with the engine, they got back in the cab of the truck and they started moving again.

Sgt Bayfourth (Whispering): "I can't believe that worked."

Capt Ross: "Yeah, now we sit back, and enjoy the ride." But the Captain couldn't stop thinking about how Tracer's right hand somehow phased through his, he took a quick look at her hand and saw it was kind of transparent, he didn't get it, but he was feeling very sleepy, his eyes got heavy and drifted off to sleep. This also happened to Sgt Bayfourth, he fell asleep leaving only Tracer awake.

She looked down at her hand again, then at her legs, she saw they were also transparent, she began to get scared, but then her lags and hand went back to being whole again. She looked through the open flaps of the truck and looked at the road behind and wondered once again about her friends. Had they been searching for her, if she ever managed get back, how long would it have been, and how long would her friends search for her, the answers to those questions would have to wait. She laid down in the truck and she went to sleep herself.