"Wake up, love."
Carlisle shook Eleanor's shoulder, trying to awake her from her deep sleep. Him, Esme, and Eleanor had finally landed in London after the six hour plane ride. Since they were only in Egypt for the day, they hadn't stopped anyway where El could rest. She was exhausted.
He glanced at Esme over his shoulder with a desperate look. Everyone was exiting the aeroplane, and Eleanor showed no sign of waking. Esme only shared Carlisle's look, and looked around her, "try shaking her again."
The doctor sighed and turned back to his fiancee. He began to shake her shoulder more harshly. Eleanor let out a small groan.
"El, darling, we have to get off the plane," Carlisle kept shaking her shoulder. The girl emitted another groan, but reluctantly opened her eyes. She glared over at
