The eight hour flight is halfway done, and you start to feel bored. You look around you and notice how there aren't a lot of passengers in economy. Some are asleep, some are awake, and some are just minding their own business. Everyone has their own reason for the flight, but for some, it's an adventure.

You may be one of those who had problems with their booking, and decided to go through with it instead of wasting time waiting to be re booked. After all, you booked a trip for an adventure, and what's a better adventure than something unplanned?

A grey haired old man sits idly in one mostly empty row of seats. The green eyed senior skims through a notebook filled with meaningless lines and details, scanning repeatedly over a single page and occasionally scribbling something down with a pen found tucked into the back of the seat ahead of him. Those nearby can hear him muttering quietly to himself "Nothing near there, just dead has lines, cemented over room behind that junction box..." he rambles, scratching out a line of his own handwriting.
Brenner tucks the needlessly detailed notebook into a pocket of his beaten old jacket, dropping the pen into an adjacent seat before stretching his shoulders out, releasing a grizzly-like yawn. "Any idea how long it is until we land?" the man asks the nearest passenger to himself, eyeing a stewardess suspiciously.

Cecelia looks up from her book, which is about medieval weaponry, at the old man next to her. Letting out a sigh, she responds to his question. "Grandpa, it's only been four hours. It's an eight hour flight. I'm sure you can do the math. And stop making the stewardesses uncomfortable. It's rude to stare." Cecelia sighs, shakes her head, and returns to her book, muttering about how they're even related.

William overhears some gibberish from the seat in front of him. William ignores it for now. William has some an uncle a few miles out from the town the plane is landing. However that is the real reason. William is currently unemployed and he needs a place to crash. He did not bother to pack a bag. Most of his belongings are at his parents at the moment. Luckily he has not grown much and William has left some clothes at his uncle's place.

Lane Stared out the window still slightly annoyed by the change in the flight. She wondered what would be awaiting her when this plane finally landed at its final destination where ever that might be, slowly scanned the plane looking for any signs of someone who might be in the same predicament that she was, but as usual there didn't seem to be anyone close enough to her seat to start up a conversation. Lane let her mind wonder and thoughts of her luggage sprung to mind, she was hoping that it was placed on the right flight and not missing as she was carrying a very expensive and prized archery set that she was given by her now deceased father. If that set is missing when this plane lands because the airline can’t do their jobs properly there will be hell to pay Lane thought as she slumped in her seat and closed her eyes trying to catch a few hours of sleep before this plane landed.

Soon, a stewardess announces that the plane would be landing soon. The flight was uneventful, and a few minutes after the announcement, the plane lands and slows to a halt.

Another announcement is made shortly after landing. "To any passenger going to Howler's Hill, we regret to inform you that the usual shuttles are not operating today. However, the Zed Travel Agency has offered to offer a ride along with those originally booked with them. Please find the agent after getting your baggage. They will leave in 20 minutes."

"You may now exit. Thank you very much for flying with us!" the woman says, then you, along with the other passengers are led to the arrival area.

The arrival area is like any other airport's. Unlike inside the plane, it is actually crowded. You find your baggage, check and confirm that everything you brought was there. Soon, you hear a woman's voice announcing through the speaker that the Zed Travel Agency bus will be leaving soon, and that all passengers should meet with the agent at the front exit.

The bus is smaller than the usual public transportation. The agent and driver stands by the door, holding a cardboard with "Zed Travel Agency" written with a marker. He looks terribly bored, and for some reason, he keeps checking his watch, even though he is right on schedule.

"You know I don't trust these airlines, too fancy. Too advanced." Brenner informs Cecelia just as the plane begins to descend "8 hours my ass..." he mumbles, taking his rather small carry-on bag as he leaves the plane, pausing by the luggage check to await his granddaughter. While he waits, the older man works to strap the bag to his belt, checking to make sure the several bottles within had not leaked, he attempts to withdraw one unnoticed in order to take a drink, watching out of the corner of his eye for trouble before continuing on to the small bus.
Taking a seat near the back, he pulls several rubber bands from one pocket of his jacket, opposite the notebook. Chaining them together to pass the time as more passengers board

Closing her book and deciding today was not the day for this crap, Cecelia follows her grandfather with her backpack. "Look, there's the guy who'll take us. Don't get started on anything about the change. Rescheduling happens, especially with travel agencies. Probably someone took too many hits from some drug-bong-thing and looked at the wrong name for the schedule. Let's just get on and worry later. I just wanna get to the place on time." Cecelia starts walking towards the man holding the sign and informs him on what the pilot told them about the reschedule to make sure his word held true. Once she got it straightened out, she joined her grandfather near the back, opening her book back up and hoping he doesn't drag her into another one of his "theories on life".

William has always traveled light. He takes his backpack with the bare necessities like passport and other important documents. Since William does not have another bag, he goes straight to the bus. He tries his best to navigate the busy airport. Before William leaves the airport, he buys a local regional map with last bit of his money. William gets on the bus and takes the first triple seat for himself.

"I'd be more worried if something DIDN'T go wrong, Such a thing as going too smoothly." the said grandfather responds, looping a completed chain of rubber bands around one wrist [color=39b54a]"Just how far is this Howler's Hill anyways?"[color] the greying man ponders, scanning the passengers coming aboard the bus for particularly exotic dress "Hmm, no disguises..." he thinks out loud.

"Grandpa. Nobody here's in disguise. Except maybe to escape the government, but that's a different kind of 'alien'. Please stop worrying about us being abducted by aliens and enjoy the trip out to nature. Sasquatch is our biggest concern, and even the wildest crackpot theorists knows he doesn't 'frequent these parts'." Starting to get exhausted by having to keep him mind grounded, Cecelia lets out a sigh and continues reading, looking up when someone enters the bus, being more afraid of being mugged than probed. This is gonna be a long trip...

"This is gonna be a long trip." Emmett thought to himself. He had hitched a ride with some teens on a pickup truck, hoping to catch a ride to The Cobbs. They shared a few beers along the way and got fairly buzzed, but when the hard drugs started coming in, the others decided they 'didn't want no shitty bum hijackin' their truck' and Emmett bailed out of the moving vehicle before they decided to bring out the blunt weapons.

The highway was completely deserted, save for a few stray cars here and there. He had no idea where he was, or even if the truck was heading to The Cobbs in the first place. Hell, he could be in Australia for all he knew. Emmett felt dizzy. The sun beat down on his uncovered head, and Emmett was still slightly drunk. Before he knew it, he was on his hands and knees violently ejecting the alcohol in his stomach onto the dirt. He stayed there for a few minutes, just to recover. He took a drink from his bottle. The cool water helped his head somewhat, and soon, Emmett had enough strength to get back on his feet and try to get some bearings.

"Well," he thought to himself, If I'm going to make any progress at all, I'd better find my way to a town. I guess that means I'll have to hitch another ride then." Taking a deep breath, he started walking along the side of the highway, looking for any cars that would stop for his stuck-out thumb.

William sees an old man with a rubber band bracket and a teenage girl reading a book at the back of the bus. William decides to make the bus ride go away by talking. Hopefully they have the same idea. He moves from the to the back. William says to the duo " Can I join you? Don't worry. I did not bite."

Cecelia, how many times have I told You; Sasquatch isn't real, just a Venusian in a gorilla suit trying to sneak into town unnoticed." the old man retorts, "And even the Zetas haven't snagged anyone since we captured one of their ships at Roswell." Brenner withdraws his notebook, opening to a seemingly random page and pointing at a note scribbled beside an abandoned storm drain somewhere under Brooklyn "Stop dead three days before the so called weather balloon." he adds, reading off a date Right here, July fifth, nineteen forty seven, last verifiable abduction. He dramatically slams the old journal closed and tucks it away in his coat once more, staring out the side window to the travelers moving around the bus"Don't mean to embarrass you, just want to keep you safe." He sighs, taking a sip from one of the little plastic bottles out of his rather small travel bag "Never know when they might start up again." As he rambles, he sees the young man approach them "Depends, have you ever seen something you can't explain, like a tall pale figure in your house at night? Because if you have you're a liar and a bad influence." the Old Loon replies, downing the remaining contents of the tiny shampoo bottle.

Without looking up from her book, Cecelia sighs at her grandfather's comment and shrugs, motioning to the seat. "Sure, if he doesn't scare you off," jerking her chin at Brenner to identify said 'he'. Turning a page, she notices an interesting fact on the page, identified by her taking out her pocket-sized notebook and pen, then jotting something down.

William take a seat next to the duo. He takes out his 3 oz hip flask and drinks from it. It filled with some Jim bean and some soda. It is unique because he can bypass the flight liquid laws with it. It has his initials engraved on it too. After drinking, William say " I am here to see my uncle. What brings you two to this part of the world?"

Cecelia sighed at the realization that she wasn't going to get much reading done while people were around and closed her book. Looking at the guy who decided to join her and her grandfather for this ride, she tells him, "Well, I'm here on a 'study abroad' thing for school," putting air quotes around study abroad, "only to find out this was the only place my major offered. No place near anywhere I could study medieval culture or fighting. That's not my major, just my interests." With another sigh she pulls out her little notebook and starts scribbling.

"I'm just here to keep the grand-kid out of trouble." the green eyed coot says, observing his granddaughters scribbling "Not that she needs me to babysit, just felt like tagging along." he finishes, leaning back in his seat "Family, always the best reason to travel." he thinks a moment "That or to take soil samples from crop circles. I know a guy who'll do a spectroscopic analysis for dirt cheap."

William smiles and says to the girl "You must enjoy it. I was not good at school so I took some short courses to enrich myself. My passion is the outdoors so I took a lot of time trying hone the right skills. I have came a long way but I have a long way to go. The most difficult thing is finding employment." William stops, realizes somthing , Faceplam and continues " I am a biggest goof ball. Let me introduce myself. I am William Pike and what is you name?"

Unable to hide the smile when he facepalmed, Cecelia introduced herself in return. "I'm Cecelia. Don't feel bad about not introducing yourself, I'm used to people being a temporary part of my experience." Shrugging, Cecelia's smile broke up some, thinking of her past school experience and how few friends she'd ever made.