Sharp-dressed stewardesses travelled up and down the narrow aisles of the plane. It was packed to the gills with all manner of tourists flocking to this or that vacation spot, all trying to forget their humdrum jobs and bills and pretend to be carefree and adventurous for just a few weeks. A woman sat staring blankly out of one of the ovular windows at the sea of clouds below them. Her lavender eyes shifted to the stewardess at her row, and she took the offered beverage: chamomile tea with honey. It was the one thing that nudged a faint smile out of her.