Do you think it’ll work if I click my sandals and say ‘There’s no place like home’?”
“Probably not, since you don’t actually have a ‘home.’”
“Good point, darn it.”
“Try ‘Beam me up, Scotty’ instead,” Issy suggested. “Beaming us back to Jersey sounds pretty good right now.”
Before her friend could respond, the speakers crackled and their flight was announced for boarding. As they walked out to the plane, the waves of heat from the tarmac combined with the smell of aviation fuel made Issy feel queasy.
Once in their seats Issy adjusted the winged headrest, leaned against it and closed her eyes. She welcomed the soothing stream of cool air from the vent above her head. The noise of people finding their seat was soon replaced by flight attendants slamming closed the overhead lockers and the drone of the safety announcement. The vibration of the engines firing up exacerbated her sickness.
Issy drank some more water, then tried to fall asleep. But despite the tiredness that washed over her in waves, she couldn’t drop off.
After takeoff, her nausea eased a little. But it returned full-force when the meal service started. The smell of coffee made her stomach roll.
Oh, no. She was going to be sick.
Issy jumped up and dashed for the toilets. She barely got the door closed before she threw up.
Welcome back to reality, Isabelle Brandine.
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