Brynn splashed water over her face and dried her skin. She looked in the small mirror and found unshed tears at the corners of her eyes. Quickly she wiped them away and straightened her dress.

She went back to her seat and found his empty. Shrugging it off, she sat down and asked the stewardess for a can of soda.

Receiving the drink, Brynn pulled down the tray and a piece of paper fluttered into her lap. Putting the drink down, she picked up the paper and began to read silently.

Hello, Miss Marner.

Do not look around as you read this. Don't worry; we're looking out for you.

We know you are on this flight against your will. We are here to alleviate you from your captor's possession. If you desire a quick, painless escape, follow these directions to the mark.

We will land in Denver National Airport for a plane change. Contacting you at this time would be too risky. You are to remain with your captor during this time. He know we are following, so he will switch flights, taking you to an alternate flight headed not to Los Angeles as regularly planned, but to a little-known terminal known as Sunnydale Airport.

You will land in Sunnydale at approximately 2:15 AM Western Time, at which time you will insist to use the ladies' room to the left of your exit gate. We will rendezvous with you there.

Completely destroy this paper as soon as you memorize it. We cannot leave any trail and risk any rogue groups picking up on it.

Godspeed.

Brynn gasped. She was going to be saved! Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

Suddenly she saw the man's figure coming back down the aisle from the men's room. Thinking fast, she crammed the note in her shoe for safekeeping till she could throw it out.

"All right then?" he asked as he sat down.

She grinned and sighed. "Yeah, I guess so."

He gave her a weird look. "What's got you all in a tizzy?"

She shrugged. "Haven't been on a plane since I was three."

………………………

The plane landed a few hours later in Denver as the note had claimed. Spike led the way off the plane gruffly as he brought the pair through crowds of people.

"Hey, didn't that sign just say that was our gate?" the girl asked innocently.

"We're not taking that plane. Remember; we're headed to Sunnydale, not to Los Angeles. That's the last place I want to go."

"Why?"

But he wouldn't answer as they came upon a deserted gate. "She didn't leave yet, did she?" Spike asked breathlessly of the employee.

"Not yet. You just made it," the woman said as she took their new tickets.

They rushed on and got comfortable in the small place. Spike practically collapsed in his seat as the girl got comfortable across the aisle.