I do not own Monk nor his best friends. And this is the smallest chapter you may find in this story...please, review.
Prologue II
10 hours later
"Sir, sir, wake up sir. We've landed already." The flight attendant gently shook Monk's shoulder. He opened his eyes with some difficulty, feeling a little dizzy. He rubbed his face, blinking twice, and saw the flight attendant standing in the aisle, next to him. Monk looked around to see if Natalie was close by, and felt a sharp pain in the neck. Lifting his hand to the back of his neck, and he grimaced at the flight attendant.
"Yes, sir, you've been sleeping since we left San Francisco. Your neck must be killing you," she joked sympathetically.
Rising from his seat, Monk stumbled a bit, spinning the neck from one side to another, stretching it up and down. He gave a look around and noticed that all of the passengers had already disembarked. Monk gave a smile of relief to the young attendant as he was sure that the plane has really landed.
"Did you have any hand luggage to take, or any coat with you, sir?"
"No, no, my assistant has it, she already took it." Monk said at the door, felling warm air coming from outside the plane. "I'm sure she's waiting for me by the gate, thank you." Monk headed down the corridor.
He was a bit dizzy, with a very dry mouth, and he could not understand why his friends had left him alone on the plane. At least Natalie should have been there beside him, waiting for him to wake up. He was dying for a good sip of Summit Creek, and absorbed in these thoughts, almost at the end of the ramp, Monk suddenly focused on the repeating announcement: "Welcome to Rio de Janeiro!"