A few hours later found Jake and Cody watching TV, while Alex and Monica sat near one of the windows, talking quietly.

Frank was still asleep, having not moved from his spot. Alanur was lying next to him quietly, remembering Frank as a child. If she closed her eyes and listened to him breathe as he slept, she could pretend that it was 25 years ago, and was cuddling with her little boy.

Suddenly she experienced what felt like vertigo and her stomach felt like it dropped through the floor. She opened her eyes, sitting up.

Frank's team leaped up from their seats when they felt the same thing.

"What was that?!" Alanur exclaimed.

"We lost altitude," Angela said, quickly checking Frank's blood pressure.

Jake ran towards the cockpit, and burst through. "What happened?"

Sam glanced at him. "A microburst! It clipped the right wing. Look, we're flying right into a storm."

Jake saw the ominous black clouds above them. "What do we do?"

Sam shook his head. "If we were flying under normal circumstances, I'd go above it…"

Jake realized what the pilot meant. If they went over the storm, the cabin pressure created by the higher altitude could cause another hematoma in Frank's still-recovering brain.

"How much higher you think we'd have to go?" he asked, as lightning lit up the sky before them.

"Probably about a thousand feet."

"Crap," said Jake, with a sigh. "Do you think the storm is bad?"

Before Sam had a chance to answer, a lightning bolt shot in front of the plane, and thunder reverberated around them, making the plane shudder.

"Don't answer that," said Jake. "I'll be right back."

Turning, he ran back into the cabin, and over to Angela. "Is he all right?"

Angela nodded. "His BP hasn't changed significantly."

"Significantly?" Jake echoed.

Angela removed the stethoscope again. "It's lowered some since he fell asleep. That's normal."

Jake nodded, with a sigh. "Okay, this is the situation. We've flown into a—"

A flash and a tremendous clap of thunder interrupted him.

"Storm," said Cody.

"Sam said that we need to climb 1000 feet to get above it," said Jake. "Can Frank handle that?"

Angela gave him a horrified look. "No! That could prove disastrous!"

Suddenly the plane rocked, as a lightning bolt came dangerously close.

Jake quickly went back to the cockpit, with a sigh. "The doc says no, about the altitude climb. How long would we have to stay that high?"

"Not long," Sam told him. "I have to make the climb. This thing will get fried if we don't!" With that, he pulled back on the steering wheel, heading towards the clouds. "We're nearly over the Atlantic Ocean, we should only be up here for about ten minutes."

Jake sighed. "The second we clear this storm…"

Sam nodded. "Right."

Jake went back into the cabin to find everyone hovering around the bed, as Angela continued to constantly take the sleeping-soundly Frank's blood pressure.

"So far, he seems to be all right," she told Jake.

"How long are we gonna stay at this altitude?" Alex asked.

"About ten minutes," Jake answered, looking at the doctor.

Angela shook her head, with a sigh.

As the plane flew upwards through the clouds, another lightning bolt shot by, making the aircraft rock again with the resulting thunder.

Everyone looked at Frank when they heard a soft groan. He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them again. "What's all the noise?" he mumbled, sounding half asleep.

Alanur put a hand on his arm. "We flew into a storm, dear. Go back to sleep."

Frank winced again when the extremely loud thunder sounded once more, and mumbled something before drifting off again; the sedatives not ready to relinquish their hold on him.

The plane straightened, a clue that they were now above the clouds.

Angela checked Frank's blood pressure again, and everyone quietly seemed to count the minutes.

After nine minutes, Jake went back to the cockpit.

"Yup," is all Sam said, pushing forward on the steering wheel, descending back down through the clouds. "Is Frank all right?"

Jake nodded, with a sigh of relief. "Yeah, he's holding up."

"Thank God," said Sam. "We're now over the Atlantic."

"Great," said Jake. "I hope the rest of this flight goes smoothly."

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To everyone's relief, the rest of the flight passed without incident. About a half hour before they were due to land, Frank woke up.

Alanur had gone to the fridge for a drink, and saw him shift on the bed. "Frank?" she said, walking over and putting a hand on his arm to prevent him from further movement, as Angela checked his blood pressure.

Frank opened his eyes, blinking up at everyone groggily. He looked at his surroundings like he didn't know where he was.

"We're on the plane, Frank," said Monica, seeing his confusion.

"Plane?" Frank said, frowning. Suddenly realization dawned. "Oh."

"Looks like those were some pretty strong pills!" said Cody.

"How do you feel?" Angela asked him.

Frank closed his eyes, covering them with a hand. "My head is killing me."

Angela frowned at that, and checked his blood pressure again. "Did it hurt this badly this morning?"

"No," Frank said, a hand still covering his eyes. "But it was worse then the past few days."

"BP is still stable," Angela said. "You're pushing your body too far, too soon. You really shouldn't've taken this flight."

Frank said nothing, knowing she was right.

"I don't think the sedatives should've made your pain worse," Angela continued. "It must be the cabin pressure, especially the pressure changes we experienced earlier."

Frank didn't ask what she meant, hardly noticing what she'd said.

"Here," Angela said, handing him another pill.

Alanur, still beside her son on the bed, helped him sit up as he gratefully took the pain medication.

Suddenly Sam's voice was heard over the speakers. "We're ready to land, people."

Everyone sat again, anticipating the landing.

Frank lay down again, wanting nothing more then to get off the plane.

When they finally landed and Frank's BP was still stable, everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief, thankful that Frank had made the trip in one piece.