Paulena and Marc sat together on the plane. It was one of those airplanes with only two seats per aisle instead of three. They were on a time-crunch so they took whatever they could get.

"Oh boy, second airplane in one day." Paulena said sarcastically, she took her headphones out and looked over to Marc. He was asleep in his seat.

It reminded her of her father, how he'd sleep on the sofa.

It was only when the plane shook that the sleeping man finally woke up.

"Sorry folks, little bit of turbulence." The pilot said through the intercom.

Marc looked around as if taking in the space. The personalities of Marc Spector had switched, so now Steven was at the helm. Of course, there was no way for Lena to know this.

"Pretty bumpy, huh? Guess you're awake now. Which is good because I wanted to know something." Lena told her seat buddy.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're a mercenary, right? So, you kill people. But you only kill the bad people, right?"

Steven nodded, "I think so. I hope so. God, I hope so."

Lena tilted her head to get a good look at her seat companion. "Since when are you British?"

"I… um… put on accents… when I travel." Steven lied.

"Okay. Oh, my Dad's British if you need to ask me for some pointers." Lena offered.

He awkwardly saluted her "Will do."

"Do you have any questions for me? It's a long plane ride and they don't have T.V's. Unless you want to sleep some more which—" Lena was interrupted.

"No!" Steven exclaimed "No. Not… going to sleep, thank you. Lets see… um… why were you vulnerable?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I, uhh, Khonshu knew that I.. had been shot. So he used that vulnerability to make me his avatar, yeah? What about you?" Steven asked.

"I didn't get shot."

"Do you know why Hathor chose you? Why you're so calm? I freaked the f out when I found out."

Lena shrugged "I have a just go with it attitude. Being possessed by a god? Yeah, that might as well happen. Do you ever feel like you're not in control of your own life?"

"Yup. I feel that a lot actually."

"No matter what you do it won't matter. I'm working a shit job to go to school to get a degree to get a different shit job and maybe by the time I'm your age I'll have moved out of my parent's house because only when I'm 40 is when I'll be able to afford anything." She thrusted herself back in her seat due to exhaustion. "At least now I'm out of the house and doing something."

"Life certainly doesn't go to plan."

"Yeah." Her tone shifted "Have you ever tried ending it?"

"Me? No. Not personally. But I know someone who has. They failed. And I'm glad for it." Steven explained.

"I never tried. Got close. But I can't stand the thought of dying alone. Maybe I just want to know someone cared. I don't know. It's stupid."

Steven wriggled in his seat "I don't… fare well with this stuff. But you're just a kid. You've got time to make relationships, have children. Live happily ever after. Life gets better."

She looked out the airplane window "Does it?"

They sat in silence for a while before the awkwardness got to Steven and he blurted out

"I'm not Marc."

"What?"

"I'm not Marc?"

Lena began to get angry "Then who are you?"

"My name is Steven. Hello." He extended his hand which she didn't take.

"Back at the apartment you told me you were Marc!"

"Oh, that was Marc." Steven replied.

She blinked "I am so lost."

"Marc and I share a body."

"No shit? You could have said that to begin with."

Steven realized this and looked down to his lap "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry."

"So, what's your deal, Steven?"

"Deal?"

"You a mercenary too?"

"God, no. I despise violence." Steven explained.

"Marc will have to do the killing for all of us then." She smiled.

"He'll be fine with that. He took a liking to you, you know. I think he thinks of you like an injured puppy he needs to protect."

She laughed "Hey, I'll take injured puppy! I've been called a lot worse."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. You, well, both of you, remind me of my dad. I mean, you're chiseled, have more hair on your head, and you're possessed by a god. But you're both… warm? It's hard to explain. But while I'm away from my parents it's nice to have a temp dad. That's what I think of you."

Steven nodded with a hint of pride "Temp Dad… that works."