It takes eight hours to fly from London to Prague.
In that time, I get to watch Louis complain endlessly about Neal leaving us to fly alone.
“If something came up, why didn’t he let me know?”
I shrug, “Maybe it was urgent.”
Louis glares at me, “We had fifteen minutes between the pilot's announcement and take off. He has no excuse.”
Afterwards, we proceed to play cards and board games and chat about every topic we can think of. When Louis wins me clear for the millionth time, I surrender and give into the overwhelming urge I have been fighting ever since the plane got on air.
Sleep.
A loud bang wakes me up. I jerk upright slightly disoriented and trying to make sense of my surroundings. Another deafening sound draws my attention to the window.
We are thousands of feet in the air a
