(Flights in general have a certain pattern to them. Everything is tense at the beginning, people having trouble in the boarding due to having trouble finding the gateway or their seat or 'Can I fit this in the overhead?'...and of course the taxi, the wait, and the take-off carries its own feelings of tension. Then, in the middle, it's calmer and generally more pleasant, with only some sporatic difficulties with passengers, and then nothing...until the landing, the waiting, the exiting, the 'I can't find my carry-on!', and of course the clean-up. A Stewardess' life in a nutshell, right there, but this time there was a different sort of feeling. It all started with the arrival of that young couple. Funny feeling, right there. Young man, built like an Olympic something-or-other, platinum-blonde hair, blue eyes...wearing a t-shirt reading "BOSTON PROUD" and a Red Sox cap to complement his jeans and...well...that watch. We'll get back to that. That's where it all started, but first the girl... She had a smaller frame than him, but there was...presence about her. The blonde girl didn't seem too out of place. It was just that she had something... It was the eyes. You don't have time to look into these things very often, but that was the case: They were a shade of violet, and it seemed far too organic to be special contact lenses. Well, you can't fault people for having strange eyes, OR strange watches...that talk.)
"I believe you'll find your seats straight along and to the left, Master Darrel."
(Before she could even give her usual directions, the detached voice of a classy englishman directed the two like it was a talking GPS device. It might've been that. Things might've been alright if they had stayed as that, but the couple in lefthand side of Row 32 had been...well, an oddity, maybe a spectacle. This was a direct flight from Japan to Massachussetts, and therefore long. The two of them amused themselves with the contents of their carry-ons, but they also seemed to...to be watching movies projected holographically from that watch, headphones connected directly to it, even ignoring the in-flight entertainment if they did not wish it. The truly strange thing was when-)
"I beg your pardon, madam, but we could use a couple of pillows, if you please."
(Imagine walking down the aisle and finding a british gentleman, possibly a butler, standing in your path and eloquently requesting your assistance. What can you do? He's so polite, but he's also apparently a hologram himself! At first, they thought he was a real person not suppose to be on the plane, but when someone walked through him and he simply asked the person "Please don't do that.", that changed things. So, you have a technological marvel running on the flight. So what? So, how do you ignore that? How do you deal with that? Ignore it? Hardly. The male steward asked about it, and the young man simply explained that 'Walter' told him how for his own convenience. After a while, it became acceptable, but weird. Fortunately, when they left, they would take it with them, and the plane was coming in for a landing now...)
Darrel: Gotta get our stuff before we're in any public area for mom to get us. Security and all that.