So Many Have Commented On My Typing Style. I'm Sorry. I Can't Help It. My Poor Innocent Pinkie Automatically Goes Right To The Shift Key. =O It's Sooo Bad I'm Thinking About Sending My Pinkie To Rehab. =D And Then Again I Automatically Hit The ' Key Instead Of ". I Know It's Not Accurate. But Oh Well. You'll Learn To Love It. =D My English Teacher Did. Hehe.

The Airport Looked Just Like The One In America Had. Except The One In The UK Had Much More People. And Instead Of The Little Airplane I Rode To The United Kingdom, These Planes Were At Least Three Times As Large, To Hold All Those Extra People. As Soon As We Stepped Inside The Doors, Fabian Grabbed My Right Hand With His Only Free One, As He Was Carrying Both Of Our Bags Again.

'Fabes?' My Voice Sounded So Delicate And Tiny Compared To all The Loud Noise Around Us.

The Smile On His Face Fell The Moment He Saw My Face. Concern Flooded Once He Saw My Face. 'Nina? You Okay?'

'Yeah. Just… Don't Let Go, Okay?' His Quiet Laugh Shook His Hand. ' I Don't Want To Get Lost In All These People.'

'Nina, Nina, Nina. I Would Never.' Just To Prove It, He Pulled His Hand Closer To His Side And Squeezed. 'Good?' My Return Squeeze Answered His Question. 'Okay. Now Let's Go Through The Security.'

My Face Dropped, Then Not Even A Second Later I Made Myself Smile. But He Saw It. 'Ummm… Did We Remember To Grab My Passport? And Yours Too?'

He Dropped My Hand So He Could Reach Into His Pocket And Pull Out Two Passports, Two Plane Tickets, Two Wads Of Money, One Bigger Than The Other.

'Money? I Get That. But Why Is It Separated In Two?'

'One Is How Much We Need For Sure For The Hotel And Food. The Other Is For Extra Things Like Room Service, Taxis, Gifts, Etc.' He Rolled His Eyes Like It Was The Simplest Thing Ever.

'Okay Smarty Pants.' Sticking My Tongue Out At Him As I Grabbed The Items With My Left Hand, And Hid Hand With My Right.

'I'm Not That Much Of A Smarty Pants. I Forgot To Drop Off Our Luggage. Then It's Security.' Shaking His Head Like He Was Stupid.

'Haha. Looks Like We Both Forgot To Do That. Considering My Luggage Is Still Here And All Too.' I Replied Smiling.

He Led Us Over To The Luggage Drop Off, Then To The Security. As I Was Still Nerves About Going Through The Metal Detector, For The Second Time, He Did It First To Prove It Was Safe. Then Held My Hand As I Went Through. Once That Was Done, We Went To The Loading Dock, And Sat Four Half An Hour Waiting For The Airplane To Come. All The While Taking Pictures Of Eachother Making Funny Faces And Talking About The Flight. I Told Him I Was Scared Of The Heights Of Airplanes, He Said It Wasn't Heights, For Him, As Much As It Was If The Plane Fell, The Odds Of Surviving Are Little, Or About How Tempting It Is To Sometimes Jump Just To See If People Care. After That We Talked About Fears. Turns Out Everything I Was Scared Of, He Was Scared Of The More Logical Thing. Like The Dark. I'm Scared Of The Dark, He's Scared Of The Things That Could Be In The Dark. I'm Scared Of The Cold, He's Scared Of The Possibilities Of Freezing To Death And Never Being Found.

At One Point, Somewhere In The Middle Of Our Talk About Fears, The Manager Called For Everyone To Start Lining Up. Getting Up, He Walked Up To Line With Me Following. As Soon As We Got In Line, The Lady In front Of Us, Who Couldn't Have Been More Than Twenty Five? With Long Brown Hair And A Toddler On Her Hip, Turned To Us And Asked Fabian 'Sir? You Seem To Have The Same Views Of Life As My Boyfriend. We've Been Dating For Ten Years. He's Shelby's Father.' She Smiled To The Toddler. 'And He Says He's Scared Of Relationships. But He Won't Say How. So I Was Wondering… What Are Your Views On Relationships? Like Why Are They Scary?'

Fabian Looked Shocked. I Probably Did Too. This Isn't Something You Normally Get Asked. 'Well I Guess My Views Are The Same As Yours. I Mean Of Corse Relationships Are Scary. But For The Same Reasons It's Scary To You. Rejection, Being Left, Being Judged, Cheating, Commitment, You Know. It's Pretty Scary Stuff. But Like, Everyone Faces The Same Fears On That Subject, I Think. I Hope That Helps.'

She Nodded. 'I Was Planning On Dumping Him And Flying Off With Shelby Today. That's Where We Were Heading Now… But I Think… I Think I'll Give Him A Second Chance. Thank You So Much.' Then She Turned To Me, 'You Have An Amazing Guy Here. He's Worth Ten Years.'

'Ummm… Miss? We're Not Dating.' I Think I Said.

'Well You Two Should Be. The Love In His Eyes For you When I Asked That Question. And How You Kept Looking At Him Dreamily, If You Two Aren't Made To Be, Then I Don't Know Anyone Worthy Of Love. I Can Only Hope My Relationship Goes As Well As Yours Will.' With That And A Smile, She Was Off. Running Back To Her Boyfriend, Who Just Found Her Note And Was Standing By Security Frowning, Thinking She Was Truly Gone Forever.

Fabian Turned To Me. 'That Was…'

'Interesting.' I Finished For Him. I Turned And Saw The Woman Hugging The Man, With The Child In Between Them Laughing. She Noticed Me, And Winked As She Blew A Kiss My Way, Then Began To Leave. Only To Stop Halfway And Run Over To Me And Fabian.

'Oh! I Forgot! What Seats Do You Guys Have?'

Fabian Looked At His Ticket. 'Ummm… Third Class. Seats A34 And B 17.' He Turned To Me, 'Darn! Trudy Got An Aisle Between Us.'

The Woman Grabbed Our Tickets. 'Not Anymore! I'll Be Taking Those. I'll Sell Them To Some Low Life That Needs A Last Minute Flight. Here! Have My First Class. Two Fresh, New, Wonderful, Seats. Right Next To Eachother. My Pleasure.'

Fabian And I Started To Refuse As The Woman Slipped The Tickets In My Purse. 'Just Do Me A Favor. Don't Ever Give Up On Eachother. P.S. Tell Sarah's Family, That Jossie And Shelby Say Hello. And That We're Sorry For The Loss.' And She Smiled And Left.

My Mouth Dropped Open, As Fabian Turned To Me, 'Did We Say Anything About The Service Near Her?'

'No Nina. I'm Positive We Didn't Say Anything. What Did She Say? Jossie? And Shelby?'

I Nodded. 'How Could She Know?'

Fabian Looked At Me As Intensely As He Could, 'Maybe… Just Maybe… She Went To Anubis Too? All I Know Is, Nina, Something Isn't Right About This.'