Desmond finds Rebecca and Shaun camping in a chair by the last gate at the end of the terminal.
Shaun glances up from his magazine. "How long does it take to go to the bathroom?" he asks. "You've been gone half an hour."
"Sorry," Desmond says. "I... wasn't feeling well." Actually, it's taken him a while to find them- he sort of regrets not asking Ezio for more specific directions back in the library. Or maybe a gate number.
"You're not going to fall over again, are you?" Shaun asks.
"Shaun!" Rebecca smacks him on the arm. "Oh, Desmond- your dad went to look for you, did you run into him on the way back?"
"Oh. Uh-" Ezio and Altair had mentioned an encounter with his dad when they were borrowing his body. Altair had said it was awkward and ended badly. Desmond had said that was okay, most of the conversations he'd ever had with his father had ended up pretty much the same way. "No," he says. "I didn't see him."
A voice crackles over the intercom, rattling off some announcement in Italian. "Did you catch any of that?" Rebecca asks Shaun.
"No," Shaun scowls. "But I swear, if the plane's been delayed again..."
Rebecca sighs. "I'm going to see if I can find out what time we're supposed to be leaving."
She wanders off, and Desmond steals her seat. "So..." he says. "Where are we going?"
"New York," Shaun says. "The apple wasn't completely useless. You know, before we managed to lose it." Desmond shifts uncomfortably, but doesn't say anything. "After you blacked out, back in the Colloseum, we did get some directions. And-"
"And what?" For what might be the first time, Desmond sees a look on Shaun's face that isn't boredom or annoyance. It's concern. Or fear, maybe. "Seriously, Shaun, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing," Shaun says. "It must have just been a- vision, or something. From the apple. Rebecca saw it too, so it's not just me going crazy-"
"What did you see?" Desmond asks.
"Altair," says Shaun. "He spoke to us, actually."
Desmond sighs- Altair had barely mentioned the incident when they talked. Somehow, they've all managed to forget that for most people, time travel is abnormal. And Altair had only been there a few minutes at most...
"You think I'm crazy," Shaun says.
"I'm the one that just spent seventeen days in a coma," Desmond says. He can barely believe it's only been seventeen days, but that's what the calendar says.
"Hey, guys-" Rebecca calls, hurrying back over to them. "So, the flight got canceled, but then the time got moved back up and we're boarding in like five minutes."
"Great," Shaun says. "Did you find Bill?"
"Yea," says Rebecca. "He's going to meet us on the plane."
"Great," Desmond says. "Won't that be fun."
"Just try not to argue with him in the middle of the plane," Rebecca sighs. "The last thing we need is you two getting thrown off the flight."
"Were we that bad last time?" Desmond asks.
"Mostly just loud," Rebecca says. "Come on. Plane's leaving."