Logan Outbound Preparations

The Inn is behind me and right now it’s all about an aircraft hangar at Logan International Airport in Boston, because that’s where that big silver bird that’s about to take my kids home is sitting.  I started in on this while listening to music last night–the television was off and the place was quiet–and before I knew it I had a little over eleven hundred words into the scene, reaching the cutoff point I wanted to reach.

However, that doesn’t mean I didn’t find time to do a little research.  Last night I discovered the site Travel Math, and I was fortunate I didn’t fall down the rabbit hole and get hooked on this sucker all night.  I did find the travel times from the other cities Annie and Kerry will depart from in the future (Berlin to Boston is an hour more, and it’s about the same flight time from Paris as it is from Amsterdam), but mostly I needed to find out how long it would take them to return to Europe.  Because when Erywin is thinking this in the opening paragraph:

 

All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

Erywin wandered forward through the cabin of the 777 that was returning them to Amsterdam seven and a half hours after they’d depart Boston. The European students were almost always the last to return, and because it was necessary to have them back on the continent as a decent time, the homeward-bound students were required to arrive at the airport and be in their seats before six-thirty, leaving most of them as they were now: hungry and a bit sleepy. They knew what awaited them, however: breakfast would arrive within an hour after takeoff, and everyone would be sound asleep thirty minutes later.

 

She knows what she’s talking about:

Always know where to look!

Always know where to look!

And there you have it.

But what is she doing wandering through the aircraft?  Looking for someone–someones.  And where are they, you ask?  Well . . .

 

The forward cabin of the aircraft would have been used as a first or business class cabin on a Normal flight; here it was almost a duplicate of the closed off section that Erywin would share with Deanna. There were seating for eight in chairs that lay flat as beds, complete with a full surround entertainment system for anyone who decided to remain awake for the duration of the flight. The seats were clustered together, two-by-two in two rows near the bulkheads, allowing for a large center aisle.

There weren’t eight students here this time: there were only two. The two she was looking for, sitting in the first row on the left side, right where Erywin expected to find them. She entered the cabin and cleared her throat as she approached the seats. “How are you doing?”

Annie and Kerry both looked up in unison, their hands still clutched together. He presented a soft smile as he spoke. “We’re okay, Erywin.”

Annie nodded in agreement. “We’re fine, Erywin.”

She thought they were anything but fine. They’d appeared at their early morning breakfast appearing as if they’d been awake most of the night, their eyes red and, in Kerry’s case, cheeks raw from wiping them dry. Now, a little more than an hour later, they looked slightly better, and Erywin figure she’d let the air hostess know that they would likely be unconscious not long after finishing their breakfast, and that she should be ready to retrieve their meals as soon as they were finished.

 

We know they were up late, and the chances are they didn’t get much, if any, sleep.  It’s probably a fact that they will crash out right after eating, probably trying to grab each other before they drift off.

We also learn that Helena jaunted on ahead to England and she’s getting the house ready for Erywin’s return and their summer together.  This lead Annie to wonder–

 

Annie quickly glanced to her right before looking back to Erywin. “Neither can I.” She leaned into Kerry. “Is Helena going to meet us at the airport?”

Erywin shook her head. “Oh, no. She’ll be waiting for me at home. I’ll use my device to jaunt home, then I’ll clean up and we’ll head out for a nice, quiet dinner together.” She sighed softly. “She’s even planing to dress up a little, put on . . .” She stopped when she noticed the slightly crestfallen looks of both children. They’re imagining the same thing for them—only it’s just that: their imagination. “I apologize: I shouldn’t have went on.”

“Erywin—” Kerry looked up, a bit of a smile dancing upon his lips. “You’re an adult—we understand.”

“You are allow to have a life.” Annie lay her head upon Kerry’s shoulder. “And to be with the woman you love.”

Erywin was at a loss of words at Annie’s and Kerry’s comments. She knew they were trying to make her feel better because they dearly wanted to experience what she would experience tonight, but it had the opposite effect of making her feel bad and guilty that she’d be enjoying herself this evening while the children before her would head off to beds separated by twenty-five hundred kilometers.

 

My poor kiddies:  getting down in the dumps because someone they know is gonna have a good time, and all they have waiting for them tonight is the Moon.  This is also the last we see of the kids in this scene, but not the last of Erywin–or Deanna, for that matter.  This scene is, however, the last we’ll see of any of the instructors from the school.

We’re Euro Bound, and finally saying goodbye to this side of The Pond.