Our plane left at 4:25 am. Angus woke me up, after Malcolm woke him up of course, and we left for the airport. It had been fun in Spain, but now we were heading to America. I think our first stop was in New Jersey.

It took a few hours to get there so most of us just slept on the plane. When we couldn't sleep we'd lounge around. It was dark, and kept getting earlier due to the time change. Not to mention it got colder and colder. Angus was asleep so Malcolm and I sat together for a while. Phil had warmed himself up with a drink and got a little tipsy. "Here now Phil, this early?" Malcolm asked.

"Just gettin' warmed up Mal, ain't nothin' wrong with that," he laughed sitting on the other side of the aisle from us.

"It is if we're gonna land soon."

"We got another hour," I said.

"Still shouldn't, but I'm not one to talk am I?" he smiled at me.

"There's plenty for you Mal. Don't worry," Phil said.

"No thanks mate, gotta piss anyway." Malcolm stood up and headed to where the bathrooms were. Phil started laughing to himself and only got louder the longer I ignored it.

"What in the world is so funny over there?"

"I don't know. It wouldn't be funny to a sober man."

"Well what are you laughing at?"

"Angus." I frowned.

"What about him?"

"He talks on and on and doesn't stop. Just on and on and on..." He started to fall asleep. I got up from my seat and began to leave for my makeshift bed. "Hey wait." I turned around but Phil's eyes were still closed. He didn't say anything. I got closer to him, and almost left again when he spoke. "You know he likes you right?" he murmured.

"Yeah, I figured that."

"I mean he really likes you," he said, his eyes half open. "You should go talk to him." I nodded as he nodded off to sleep. I found my seat I had reclined back so it was a bed and went to sleep myself.