At the airport, Karen handed Gray their tickets.
"Everything right on there?" She asked.
Gray nodded.
"I'm so jealous." Karen said. "You're going to have so much fun. I love you."
"I love you too." Gray said, hugging his mother. There was a moment of silence.
"Okay, great." Karen said, smiling. "Alright, um, let's give these to your brother, okay?"
"Can you hold these, please?" Karen said, handing the tickets to Zach. He was not even paying attention, reading another comic book.
"Zach." Scott said, trying to get his attention.
"Honey. Can you hold these?" Karen repeated.
Zach put away his comic book.
"I need you to take care of these right now." Karen said, giving the tickets to Zach.
"Yep." Zach muttered.
"Hey, listen to your mother." Scott said.
"Alright, take care of your brother." Karen said to Zach. "Call me when you can. I'm serious."
Karen pulled out a small bag. It had rolls of quarters in it.
"See these? When you go to call me, put them in the payphone, okay?" Karen said. "Don't spend them on anything else. Oh, and remember: If something chases you, run."
Gray nervously smiled.
"Come on." Karen said.
"Ah.." Zach said, pretended to find his mother's joke humorous.
"Alright."
"Okay, let's go." Zach said to Gray.
"Bye, guys." Karen said to her sons.
"Bye." Zach said.
"I miss you already." Karen said.
"Yep." Zach said, heading towards their terminal.
Karen smiled as she watched her sons head off.
"So much for our last family breakfast." Scott quipped.
"Why do you have to say things like that?" Karen said coldly.
Off in the distance, Gray waved to his parents.
"Did you call your sister?" Scott asked Karen.
"Didn't answer." Karen said.
"They'll be fine." Scott said. "She handles twenty thousand people a day, y'know. She can handle two more."