Bernadette had always enjoyed flying. Perhaps it was the feeling of being free from the world below, or perhaps it was that the small packets of peanuts seemed to taste better than any peanuts found in a grocery store. However, this time as she buckled her seatbelt and pulled the window shade next to her closed, she couldn't shake the sick feeling in her stomach. For all she cared, the plane could fly around the world five times and never land, or crash and burn with her in it, as long as she didn't have to set foot in that dreaded airport and beyond that, the city. She checked her watch for the hundredth time and motioned for the flight attendant. "How can I help you, ma'am?" The flight attendant asked, bending over to smile in Bernadette's face. Bernadette gave her a quick half-smile. "Yes, could I get a glass of champagne, please, or maybe something stronger?" The flight attendant chuckled. "I'm sorry, but we won't be serving alcohol for another hour." "What, why?" Bernadette's face darkened and she nodded politely to the flight attendant. "Then a cup of water, if you don't mind." The woman stood up and walked away from the girl, who fumbled through her purse and pulled out a bottle of aspirin, shaking out four of the pills and popping them into her mouth with a grimace. She crossed her ankles and rested her head against the seat, staring blankly at the television screen in the seat in front of her.