Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12 "Let me take that for you, sweetie," the flight attendant offered.

"No, it's okay— I got it!" Michael grunted as he kicked his backpack, trying to wedge it under the seat in front of him. He would feel a lot better if he could keep an eye on it himself during the flight. "I don't think it's gonna fit, buddy," Dr. Gomez said from across the aisle. "Yeah, Michael. You have too much stuff jammed in there," Justin said. He settled into the seat beside Michael and buckled in. Michael looked back up at the smiling attendant. "Can I keep it on my lap?" he asked. "Sorry," she said, looking at him suspiciously and holding out her hand for the bag. Michael reluctantly handed over his backpack, along with its questionable contents. The flight attendant placed it in an overhead bin a few seats up. "Have a nice flight," she said.

Surprisingly, with his bag locked snugly away, Michael felt like he could finally relax. And feeling like you can relax after you've been up all night fearing for your life in a pitch-black cave could only mean— "Zzzzzzzzzz." Michael was out cold, drooling on his tiny flight pillow.

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