A/N Happy Groundhogs day! Nothing new today, but it is Friday so I hope everyone has an amazing weekend to get things done or to get some relax time! I can not even believe I am posting chapter 23, writing this story has been so fun and surprisingly easier (compared to a school assignment, or something I'm not as passionate about) than I would have thought. I am writing chapter 30 right now so this is most likely the longest thing I have ever written and I just want to thank you all!

After maybe 10 hours there was some turbulence. At first, I thought it was fine but then I got a little more scared.

"Kim, it's okay, don't be scared," Jack tried to say.

"I know, I'm not scared," I tried to convince him. I was actually holding myself together pretty well, but then we hit a super windy part and the entire plane shook.

I screamed and Jack covered my mouth. It was too late though.

The Leader came over and saw Jack sitting next to me. He grabbed Jacks collar and I flinched a little. He threw Jack to a window seat on the other side of the plane.

He came back to me and got really close to my face. "You are on a very tight rope Princess."

He grabbed some straps and buckled them together, like a baby seat again. "Don't even try to get up," he told Jack.

He left but Jack and I were still too scared to talk. We looked at each other for a minute before it became a reminder of what was happening. I looked out the window and saw the land below us. It was a little more comforting to know that we were no longer over the ocean.

When we finally landed I looked out and saw an airport similar to the one we left on. It looked like it was a private airport, far away from any big cities. We landed with a rough bump and the Leader walked out the door.

I tried to get up, but I was still strapped into the seat. I tugged at the buckle but it didn't budge, there must be a button somewhere.

Jack saw and came over to me. He looked around for a while before finally finding the button.

"Can you do this any slower?" I asked.

"You know, I could just leave you in here…"

"No! I take it back!" I quickly apologized.

"That's better."

He finished getting me out and lifted me up. I stood on my better foot but was not able to hold myself very well. Jack put his arm around my waist and I put my arm around his shoulders. We walked out of the plane. That is if you can call me hopping and Jack pretty much lifting me off the ground walking.

There was another black car waiting for us. We got in but this time one of the people who rode on the plane with us stayed behind. The Leader sat in the passenger seat while one of the remaining two people got in the driver's seat. The other sat with Jack and me.

He pulled out and I looked out the window as we drove. It was a shame that we were there in the circumstances we were because England was cool. I wish I could just get out and look at all the fields and small towns and roads, but that is NOT happening.

We drove and the longer we did, the less rural our surroundings became. Soon we were in what I would call the center of London. I looked at all the cool things I have seen on postcards or hanging on the wall. We got to a big Ferris wheel and parked the car. I think it was called the London Eye or something.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Meeting. Now, if you cooperate this will be very easy. If you so much as look at someone in the eye you will pay later. Understood?" the Leader asked.

I nodded and he opened the door. Jack got out and helped me. The Leader pulled back his jacket slightly to reveal a gun. When he saw that both Jack and I had seen it he covered it up again.

We walked on the sidewalk and passed a lot of people. It was really hard to keep up with the Leader. I couldn't stand on my injured foot so Jack still held my waist. It would have been easier had he been able to just carry me, but that would be too obvious.

We finally got to a line in front of the London Eye. We got in a crowded line and I leaned on the metal rails for support. When we got closer to the entrance, the Leader gave Jack some cash and told him to buy 3 tickets, 1 adult, and 2 kids. Of course, he didn't want to show his own face, ugh.

When we got there I heard a very slight hesitation in Jack's voice.

"Can I have two child tickets and one adult?" he asked.

Then I heard a voice I knew reply, "71 euros."

I looked up and couldn't believe who it was.

I'm sorry, I had purposefully written this one as a cliffhanger, and it just had to be over the weekend ;) (Do you notice how this font makes that winky face look so evil?)

Q: What song (or line from a song) is stuck in your head right now?

A: "And if it's crazy, live a little crazy" from The Other Side, from The Greatest Showman. It actually wasn't stuck in my head until like 30 seconds ago, but it is still in that crazy head of mine.

I have a confession: I literally CAN NOT remember a single time when I haven't had a song stuck in my head. The worst is when I only have a certain line that just keeps repeating, regardless of whether or not I know any other lines from the song. I think I inherit it from my dad because he is always humming, and I'm always singing aloud or in my head. BUT THERE IS ALWAYS A SONG. And yes, it does get annoying when it is like 12:30 and all I can think about is how all the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars we steal from the night sky, will never be enough (review if you get the reference and you get bonus points) (points for what you may ask? my approval).