TWENTY-FIVE
Jason insisted on taking the co-pilot's seat, despite the insistence of both cameramen that he had to sit in the cabin with the rest of them. The plane was too small for him to miss Daphne's squeals of delight at everything from the headsets to the seatbelts to the map in her seat pocket.
After take-off, the squeals were louder and almost constant, but Jason didn't mind them as much. For one thing, the view out the windows was enough to excite him, and the sound of the plane's engines drowned out most of the noise, anyway. He'd heard all the commentary before when he flew to the falls with Gaia, of course, but this time would be different. He got to take a boat through the falls, which he was looking forward to. And he'd heard the saltwater barramundi they served for lunch w
