"She's so pale, Kim," Shane hissed moving away from Eve and Roman, so that his hysterical daughter couldn't hear. "I haven't told Eve yet, but Paige coded in the ambulance."
"Oh my God," whispered Kim. Her image on Shane's tablet shook as badly as her hands.

"It was touch and go for a while there."
"And now?"
"Unconscious, but stable according to Kayla."
"Well, she's a Donovan, a fighter, who happens to be in the best hands possible. You have to hold onto that, Shane."
"The things I want to hold right now are my wife and my family."
"Boy, does that sound good," Kim sighed.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, baby, but we're not going anywhere any time soon," Steve informed the travellers. "I can't fly with a tropical storm warning."
"We can still watch a movie," said Vanessa. "Whose turn is it to pick?"
"Mine," Sydney called.
"No!" Johnny huffed. "She always picks a princess movie."
"No girly movies," Steve agreed.
"Very helpful, Steve, thank you." Kim rolled her eyes. She leaned towards Sydney and said in a conspiratorial whisper "You know, honey, I think I can get the boys to change their minds about fairytales, and my idea just might give Uncle Shane's mind something else to do other than worry. Time to dust off your storytelling skills, Cap'n."

"Now?"

"Otherwise, you'll just pace around waiting for Kay to give you news. I know you too well."

"All right, let me think, this is a story about…"

"The time you and Rafe were in jail together," Johnny called out

"I'm afraid that's above your security clearance." Shane replied with what—in a less dire situation—would've been considered amusement. "There's always the story of the Alamainian Coin, a treasure from far distant land. All in favor."

Everyone on the grounded plane raised their hand, except for Steve, "Personally I prefer when your stories involve Steven Hood, maybe he can come back into the picture as a very cool harp-playing minstrel?"

Vanessa arched an eyebrow. "The rest of us would rather not picture you in tights, Johnson."

"Oh-ho, I think milady doth protest too much."

"Once upon a time," said Kim, raising her voice above the pair.

"…the kingdom of Olde Salem was rejoicing in the homecoming of its brave King John, no one more so than his Queen. Though fair, of course, the Queen's crowning glory was the kindness and compassion with which she ruled the land. The homecoming celebrations were in full swing, when a shriveled old wizard appeared in a puff of purple smoke. He grabbed Queen Marlena by her cape, and addressed the king, "Surrender the fruits of your quest or find your family in grave peril.

The three children looked at the uncle with wide eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt during a good part," called Roman, "It is a helluva story, but somebody wants to see you in the chapel, Shane."