"Come on; come on get out of the damn way!" Hyde yelled at the cars in front of him. Jesus, he was never going to get there at this rate. He had been lucky enough to even find the right combination of flights to take him to Chicago from London. He was not going to miss this flight. He still wasn't sure exactly what had happened. He had been in a meeting with his London staff when his secretary had interrupted and told him that there was some Latin sounding gentleman on the phone who was very insistent that he talk to Hyde. Not Mr. Hyde, just Hyde. Hyde had quickly dismissed his staff and had taken the phone call. All he had heard was Fez rambling about Donna and Eric and an accident. He had dropped the phone and yelled to his secretary to find him the quickest flight she could to Chicago. Then he had started calling airlines himself. He found a flight, booked it and ran. He hadn't even stopped for a change of clothes. He bypassed his driver and took the car without a minute's hesitation.
"Shit" Hyde muttered to himself. He had been to London dozens of times. Why hadn't he taken the time to learn how to drive on these roads? It was not as easy as it looked. Driving on the wrong side of the road on the wrong side of the car really messed with his equilibrium. "Damn it, old lady. Get off the road! If you can't go at least 30 miles per hour you shouldn't be driving!" Hyde pounded the steering wheel in frustration. He looked to his right and saw a sign that directed him to take the next exit to get to Heathrow airport. Hyde took the turn going about 75 miles per hour. He navigated his way to the airport passenger drop off area and jumped out leaving the car still running.
"Hey wait! You can't leave that here. It's blocking…" Hyde cut the attendant off with a wave. "Can't stop now, in a hurry got to run." Hyde ran over to the American Airlines ticket counter and was stopped behind a line about a dozen people long. He stood there for five minutes shifting from side to side waiting. "Oh to hell with this." Hyde muttered. He jogged to the front of the line and cut in front of a woman who was arguing with the AA representative about whether she needed to book a seat for her cat or not. Hyde looked over at the woman who was holding a cat carrier. Hyde grabbed his wallet out of his coat pocket and flipped out four 100 pound notes onto the counter. "This should be enough to cover the seat for the cat." Hyde shook his head in irritation and turned towards the AA Representative. "Now, I reserved a flight going to LaGuardia airport. Leaving in…" Hyde looked down at his watch "Five minutes. Do you think you could give me my boarding pass? I'm in a bit of a rush."
"But… You can't just cut…" Hyde cut the representative off. "Yes I know but I'm really in a hurry and I have to make this flight." Hyde stared at the AA rep who was just gaping at him. Damn it, this was not working. "Look, do you like Aerosmith?" Hyde asked the woman. "Yes, but what does…" "If you get me that boarding pass I'll have my secretary send you over two front row tickets to their next show." Hyde smiled at the woman turning up the charm. "Oh my, Aerosmith tickets, my husband would love that. Give me one minute." Hyde watched as the AA rep starting dancing her fingers across the keyboard. "Here we go." Hyde was relieved to hear his boarding pass being printed. She handed him the pass and he took off running.
"Wait a minute... what about those tickets?" He heard the rep yell. He quickly turned around. "Call the Zen Music headquarters here in London. Ask for Mrs. Murphy. She'll get you the tickets." Hyde then ran for the gate hoping he wouldn't miss his flight and made a mental note to call Mrs. Murphy so she wouldn't hang up on the poor woman.
"Last boarding call for flight 181 heading to LaGuardia Airport, New York." A voice taunted him. Almost there he thought. He ran to the loading area and shoved his boarding pass into the stewardess's hand. She looked at it and then looked at him. "Right this way Mr. Hyde." She said pointing him to his seat. Hyde sat down just as the door was closing. He looked out the window trying to catch his breath and wondered what would be waiting for him when he got to Point Place and hoped that whatever it was it was not as bad as he was imagining.