After Teresa dropped CJ and the twins off at the airport, a sort of heaviness fell on them—on CJ at least. She felt anxious, a little uncertain, but she kept reminding herself that it was Isla's weekend, and nothing would happen to change it.

The twins were a little grumpy from being woken from their nap, CJ had a feeling they would be, and didn't seem to want to cooperate with their mother.

"Guys, come on," CJ exclaimed. "If we don't hurry, the plane might leave without us. You don't want that, do you?"

The actual flight didn't leave for a couple hours, but CJ wanted to go through all the security checks and luggage crap beforehand. Flying was never CJ's thing, given that she wasn't a fan of waiting in a stuffy airport for hours at a time and she had a phobia of airplanes. Most people brushed it off as CJ having a fear of heights, but it was different than that. She could handle heights, but for some reason airplanes just scared the crap out of her. That and she hated how cramped it could be.

It took some time, but CJ managed to get the twins to cooperate for a moment so they could get their luggage sorted out and to get through security.

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After what felt like a lifetime, CJ managed to get everything she needed done and got to where they needed to be. Rosie and Sage were still acting up a little, but managed to calm down some as the day went on.

"Are you guys hungry?" CJ asked, looking at the twins carefully. They were seated next to her, Sage kicking his legs out while he watched other people walk by; Rosie looked like she was about to fall asleep any minute.

Sage murmured a yes, but CJ had a feeling she wasn't going to get any answer from her daughter.

Knowing she wouldn't be able to bring any food or water in before going through security, CJ had bought a few snacks and small water bottles that would hopefully last until the plane arrived.

Maybe this will keep them energized 'till then, she thought. Then they can sleep all they want on the plane.

Sighing, CJ got out the snacks she bought and, after opening it, handed a few to Sage to eat. He ate them without hesitation, though Rosie had drifted off to sleep, not really caring that her brother was eating.

"I heard it's spreading." CJ looked up and saw a woman sit not that from where she was. The woman was talking to another man, whose face was a little uncertain. "I think they're planning on closing the borders."

"That's ridiculous," the man said, rolling his eyes. "Where're you even hearing this?"

"Seriously? This thing is a virus, it's going to spread." The woman's voice sounded irritated. "I have friends who work in research labs, and they're telling me that this virus is aggressive and it's spreading to other countries, I swear to you."

"How can they tell you if it's spreading to other countries?" The man sounded just as irritated, but there was another tone hidden under his words. "Don't they have some kind of confidentiality on stuff like this?"

CJ couldn't listen to the conversation anymore. She knew she shouldn't have been eavesdropping to begin with, but she couldn't help herself. Not to mention the two were talking a little loud, making it kind of hard not to eavesdrop. Closing her eyes, CJ tried calming herself down. It certainly took her by surprise by how sudden the virus had taken to the media.

I'm sure I heard it before, she thought anxiously. I just don't remember it...

"Mama?" CJ looked down and saw Sage looking up at her with a hint of confusion on his face. "What's a virus?"

Swallowing thickly, CJ's gaze flickered to the still-arguing man and woman before she plastered a strained smile on her face. "It's like a cold," she explained. "Remember when you felt really yucky last winter after daycare?" Sage nodded. "It's like that, almost."

"Are we gonna feel yucky, too?" he exclaimed.

I pray to God we don't. "Don't even worry about it," CJ said, rustling her son's hair. "We'll be perfectly fine."

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When CJ's flight had been called, she couldn't have been more relieved. The duo who'd been talking about the virus had stopped their discussion on the topic over an hour and a half ago, but the subject still lingered in CJ's mind. It felt like the virus was becoming quite a hot-topic—though she'd only heard it from a news station so far. CJ was certain that she might've heard it—probably briefly—before, but she couldn't seem to remember.

Quit worrying about it! she mentally scolded herself. This is Isla's weekend, try and make it count. Can you do that? You haven't seen her in years and you're too busy focusing on a virus.

Another part of CJ's mind tried arguing that, if the woman was correct, the virus was potentially aggressive. What did it do that made it so aggressive? What kind of damage would it cause?

Giving her head a sharp shake, CJ tried calming herself down. She wasn't going to worry herself with the virus or how aggressive it was, if it was at all. After she returned to her home in Georgia, CJ could look into the virus all shed wanted, but until then, she was going to enjoy some family time.

Besides, it was just a weekend. What could possibly happen in one weekend?

(A/N):

I have a feeling this chapter wasn't that good. I tried making it as interesting as possible, though I don't think I did. I don't know. I can assure you, though, there might be a little step forward to the beginning of the series (not season one, I can tell you that), but then again, there might not be any progression into the series. Leave a review on what you think.

I own nothing in TWD. All I own are my characters and a love for Halloween.

If you've got ideas for subplots or OCs, leave a review or PM me. I'll have no problem writing your suggestions into the story. Other than that, if you've got constructive criticism, don't hesitate to leave a review. Hearing what you guys have to say is important.

Let me know if there's anything I can improve on.

Many blessings,

Indigo Callahan