"Come on, sleepyhead. Wake up."

At some point in our trip, Brack had moved up front. It enabled me to splay across the backseat with my legs pulled up in a fetal position.

"You awake?" he asked.

I sat up sleepily. "Yes, where are we?" It was no longer daylight.

"A small airport. We're taking off in about fifteen minutes and I thought you might want to use the bathroom and get a Coke and snacks out of the machine."

"You didn't tell me we were flying ...