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    3. Making Friends

    “Electric eels.” Maura muttered, part of her was still lost in the memory.

    Jaen pulled back, her nose wrinkling as she did so. Realising that Maura was somewhere else, she headed over to the food cart by the door.
    Lifting the silver cover, she frowned once more. Sandwiches? Peeling the slices of bread apart, she grinned. Peanut butter and fluff, her favourites! Tucking in, she slumped into the chair and watched as Maura stared out at the ocean.

    -/-

    Steve stared out of the window of the plane and focused on his reasons for coming on this trip. Across the small aisle, Bear snored like a chainsaw. He’d consumed most of the beer on board and after more lines of coke then he could count, he’d passed out about an hour previously, a mercy for which Steve was immensely grateful. He hated the journey, if there was another way of getting there, he’d use it but since this was the only way, he bit his lip and got on with it.

    “Hey Stevo!” Walter fell into the seat next to him and punched his arm.

    Steve glanced towards the man and smiled weakly.

    ”Wanna see what I got?” Walter giggled. He was more bearable when he was drunk and tripping off his ass.

    “Not if it’s the same thing you had earlier!” Steve said harshly.

    “Aww come on! How many other times will you see a heffalump in a Cessna?” Walter giggled like a school girl.

    “An elephant Walter, it’s called an elephant.”

    Walter stopped for a moment, his face wrinkled like a child who can’t quite work out a puzzle.

    “Yeah, that’s what I said!” he mumbled eventually. “No, look at this.”

    He dropped a phone into Steve’s lap.

    “Very nice Walter.” Steve replied, glancing at the phone only briefly before returning his attention to the sky.

    “Nooooo…..” Walter slapped his arm. “Look!”

    Reluctantly, Steve picked up the cell phone. He fiddled with the buttons for a while and was unsurprised when he found it to be turned off.

    “You know a cell won’t work where we’re going?” He asked, handing the phone back.

    Walter burst into more childish laughter. “It’s not a cell phone!” He was almost proud that he’d managed to fool this intelligent man.

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