I beg the mercy of all those who were a part of creating Red Eye. For now; Part 1 the two songs here are My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean and I don't need anything but you from Annie. I had to rewrite it because the other version got me in trouble. Sentences in italics are sung.

At the Lux Atlantic things were getting pretty wild for Cynthia, for one thing the Taylor's weren't happy. She hadn't meant to delete their reservations! Knowing she would have to speak some time Cynthia felt a better idea come on. Singing lightly she threw out her hands and put a big apologetic smile on her face.

"Our Lisa is out visiting family

Our Lisa isn't here you see

Our Lisa will be back here shortly

Please dear God don't hurt me!"

Rolling their eyes and to Cynthia's complete surprise the Taylor's joined in on her song as well as the rest of the hotel guests.

"Oh bring back, bring back, bring back our Lisa to we, to we

Bring back, bring back, oh bring back our Lisa to we."

Bob, who actually had quite a nice singing voice, took on a duet with his wife. "Oh Cynthia call Lisa or we, will call corporate you see!"

"I printed out these reservations for me!" Marianne added

Picking up the phone Cynthia sang. "I see, I see..." Before engaging in the chorus with the others.

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Lisa Reisert was late. After such a tiring day she was lucky she had managed to find a cab. If she could just get to the airport then she had a chance to catch her flight. Ring! Was that her cell? Lisa pulled it out, opened it and spoke calmly while staring out at the pouring rain that pounded the taxi windows.

"Oh Lisa, oh Lisa, I'm so sorry!" Sang Cynthia. Lisa pulled the phone away from her, was that music she heard? Oh well...

"Cynthia don't fear, now tell me!" She sang as well.

"Well the Taylor's are bothering me!"

Lisa thought this over, the Taylor's, ah what would the world be like if she could stick it to them. Still thinking she barely heard her taxi drive sing in a low voice. "Damn Texas Drivers, who taught you to drive, Stevie Wonder!"

Quite suddenly the music faded from around her and Lisa heard a beep on her cell. She had another call, it was her father. "Hi Dad, can I call you back?"

Switching over again the song started up loud and clear. She wouldn't have been surprised if the whole hotel was engaged in a dance number. "Comp them for tonight and tell them they'll be happy!" Lisa sang loudly.

Distantly over the phone Lisa heard Cynthia comply with her instructions. She glanced out again; they were almost at the airport. Would she make it? Placing the phone back to her ear she heard Cynthia's high soprano. "Lisa, they were complete assholes to me!" Smiling slightly Lisa replied. "Cynthia their called guests with special needs." Someone else spoke on Cynthia's line, Lisa paused and waited. "Oh no, Charles Keefe is coming early!" Wailed Cynthia. "Don't worry he's homeland security!" Lisa said in a reassuring voice. Lisa listened as Cynthia joined in the loud chorus of "Bring back our Lisa to we." When the song was complete Lisa shut her phone.

At least she knew where she was wanted. She could go back home, back to the song and dance of the hotel that she knew so well. After paying the cabbie Lisa hurried out of the cab, she could return to her life if she didn't miss her flight. But then...

Ring!

"Lisa Reisert." She said, with one hand holding her suitcase and the other talking into her cell Lisa tried to switch her focus to avoid other people.

It was her father. "I'm still here." He said amused.

As if on cue Lisa heard music start up again, a kind of happy tune with a warm feeling to it. She couldn't help it, she had to sing. "What's up with you?"

"I'm going to watch the comedy club, and before I forget, did you finish that book I gave to you?" As if to emphasis this Joe sang. "The book that I gave to you."

Lisa sighed and drew out her next note. "Almost..."

"You know he's from Texas, I didn't think shrinks came from there."

"Oh yeah, they just like to start TV shows. So how is that remodeling of yours going?" Her father had recently decided that remodeling their house would be a good idea. Lisa was all for it, change, at least in this case, would be a good thing.

Joe replied "Good they've made some headway. But I lost my wallet... so darn it." Lisa smiled; he had just had it monogrammed too...

"Good, good I can't wait to see it."

Joe was very excited. "It's totally awesome, but I didn't touch your room!"

"You know I couldn't do that you never know when you might just want to make an escape from the day to day."

"Day to day, it's where I thrive dad."

"Right, so how's your mom holding up?"

"Good as can be expected."

"You all right?"

"I told you to stop asking that!"

"Are you sure!"

"Just take my word..." Lisa sang softly.

Suddenly everything stopped, the music, the really good beat, it all just stopped.

"Sure you don't need a pick up Leese? I mean our house just "happens" to be real near by." Both father and daughter paused to reflect on they lived in such a nice house that was never the less close to the airport. Amazing.

"Dad I'm taking the red eye, it's the last flight out, it'll be way too late for that, I love you I'll call you tomorrow." Lisa said sadly. With that she hung up before her father could speak again.

As the song ended Lisa sighed in relief. It was hard nowadays to do duets with her father. As her gaze swept across the screens Lisa saw that her flight was delayed. How very lucky. Feeling much better Lisa reluctantly pulled out the book her father gave her and set off for check in.