When they finally got to the airport, they had to wait another couple of hours. During which time, Tiffany had been stalked by some random guy (this time a angel) who had followed her into the bathroom, and was currently slumped face down in a toilet.
Darren and Tiffany had stuck close together, close enough that many another bored teenager (and their were plenty, from goth to geek to cheerleader) and not teenager decided against even trying. The slightly stupider ones walked off embarrassed.
They got on the plane, now all slightly more vigilant for angelic and demonic beings. There weren't any,however, so it worked out.
When they finally got to New York, they got on the AirTrain, switched for the LIRR at Jamaica, and went into the city. The teenagers were smiling, and conforming to city life almost seamlessly. Almost, because their eyes were still glowy and they were slack jawed, but they didn't stop in the middle of the street to stare at something new every few feet.
They checked into their hotel, and then spent the rest of the next couple days doing the tourist thing. As the Comic Con approached, they started to become closer knit, barley leaving each others side. Loki and Bartleby noticed that Loki was wearing a ring , the one Bartleby could have sworn was Darren's necklace only days before, while Darren was wearing a bracelet, blown glass, that Loki was positive had been Tiffany's.
Conversely, Loki and Darren both noticed that Loki and Bartleby had been nigh inseparable, and they have gotten a lot more touchy feely.
When the day of the Comic Con comes, they are all up early, all nervous, and all anticipating something going very wrong.
"We gotta do it."
"I know. I don't want to, though."
They all nod, all knowing the feeling because they are feeling it to, but all go to get ready.