Don't joke about bombs. Seriously. Just don't.

::Aidan walks in, people pushing into him as he does, tourists and people trying to catch their flight. He imagines briefly what it would be like to be Azura in a place like this, so many people, so many thoughts. Perhaps her head would hurt like she hurt his.::

(Good, I hope she's hurt.)

::He suddenly feels guilty about saying this, how could he wish pain on someone who just lost the person they loved? He can't. It's not fair. He sighs and quickly finds a tourist map of the area, how embarrassing. He takes it with him, and heads back to CW Apartments.::

::She’s back! She walks off the plane, carrying at least five bags.::

(Hasn't changed, That's good. I hope.)

::Looking around, Valerie slowly lowers her hood from her jacket. Hailing down a taxi, she pays the man and tells him to go to CW.::

::Somehow having made a pit stop at her apartment and gotten a little bag to carry on, Valerie makes it through the airport stuff and smiles drunkenly at the police officer who'd been sent to collect her. She just walks on the jet and then it flies off since she's been the only passenger.::

(I think I should say something funny about this place but I'm to drunk to care.)

::Andrea pays the taxi driver and pulls her bag out as she walks into the airport. Finding good ol' trusty Aer Lingus, she's glad there's no queue as she books a ticket home. Once that's done, she uses a phone and phones the bus company in Shannon and books a seat on a bus that'll take her to her hometown. And now all she has to do is wait.::

(Silly to come in the middle of the night. Bloody extortionate too.)

::Glad that basically Sharon's paid for the ticket, she curses as she realises she should probably have told her sister about it.::

(I'll call her when I get home.)

::Sitting in a rough plastic chair, Andrea sighs and rubs over her face. She knows it's a terrible thing, to just up and leave like this, but she needs a break. It's too much pressure. Even though Julie and Azura will hate her even more for this. It's just too much. She leans back and waits, not in the mood to try to read.::

:: A slightly confused Azura comes through nice and loud in Andrea's head.::

(Andrea?)

::Andrea raises her eyebrows.::

(...)

::She decides not to answer. Hearing the call for her flight, she goes over to that lounge and sits down to wait some more.::

:: Azura sounds worried. Not angry. Yet.::

(Andrea, I know that you are ignoring me. Why are you at the airport? Where are you going?)

::Andrea pulls a face, not wanting to say anything but she should. She's been caught out, like the criminal she is!::

(Would you believe me if I said I was training to be a pilot?)

(No. They would never let someone like you become a pilot. Answer my question, where are you going?)

(Knew I should've said air hostess.)

::Andrea sighs and rubs her face.::

(You're going to be angry.)

(Why am I going to angry?)

::Andrea gives a small sigh and doesn't answer again.::

:: Azura sounds annoyed and rightly so.::

(Andrea, answer me right now before I make you.)

::A tingling feeling of dread goes through Andrea and she shrinks into her chair, small.::

(I was...)

(You were what? Andrea, you were what?)

:: There's a pause, where Azura's tone changes.::

(Tell me. I do not have the patience for your childish games.)

::Andrea stands up suddenly, and paces.::

(Leaving! I was leaving, okay?)

::She quickly hurries to a restroom and goes inside, knowing that she's probably not going to leave no. She might. She'll need to get on the plane soon. Locking herself into a cubicle, she wipes her eyes, trying not to cry. It's not working very well.::

(God, I'm so selfish.)

:: Azura's voice comes through loud, shrill and clear. She's upset. Andrea's going to feel even worse now.::

(What?! Why? And you... you were going to do this without telling me?! Andrea! What the... I thought you were supposed to be my friend, actually, you are the only friend I have right now. Did you even stop to think about how this would make me feel? What was I supposed to do with you gone? I have no one else.)

::Yes she is, and she starts crying properly. It's a few minutes before she can get herself together enough to reply.::

(I don't know why.)

::That's a lie too. Andrea stares down at her bag miserably, trying to get a hold of herself.::

:: Azura's real angry now. Real angry.::

(What do you mean, 'you do not know why'? Of course you know why. There has to be a reason for you to suddenly run off and abandon me without word. Julie is going to blame me for this, you are aware of that. And I cannot be bothered with dealing with her.)

::Wiping her eyes, Andrea stands up and picks up her bag. She sorts out the mess her face is in as best as she can in the mirror and walks back out, getting a refund for her ticket (which was really difficult, in case you were wondering). She doesn't respond to Azura, she can't, she feels horrible. She can't even seem to bring herself to apologise. She goes outside and looks for a taxi to catch.::

(It's going to take ages to get back... maybe she won't tell Julie. I can't deal with the two of them.)

:: Mm. Cold. Bitchiness. And Azura's your friend as well.::

(Fine. Ignore me. But do not think that you are getting off easily with this. I want answers.)

(I know.)

::Andrea gets back into a cab, having taken money out for this purpose, and heads homeward to CW wishing she never listened to her impulses.::

::Tobey goes and buys a map of San Francisco then hurries back out, heading to Golden Gate Park.::

::Sharon walks up to the desk and sorts out her booking. She has no bags to check in, but it's fine - she has things in Shannon and of course her credit card.::

(Right then.)

::Soon enough her flight is called and Sharon boards the plane, feeling oddly despondent despite the opportunity to see her family again. She stares out of the small round window as the aeroplane takes off.::

::After driving around and being hopelessly lost for a while, because that's how airports are, Sera finally finds the right terminal and parks in the big ol' parking garage. She bites her lip, worried about the safety of the Ferrari, but they won't be inside the actual airport for that long. The brunette climbs out and walks around to the other side, opening the passenger-side door. She smiles grimly at Paige.::

"I hate airports."

"Really?"

::Paige gets out, then lets Sera close the door. Maybe that's why the other girl had come and opened her door for her; she didn't want Paige slamming it. She wonders if Sera would murder her if she did anything to her precious Ferrari.::

(Paige? Don't do anything to her car.)

"I always figure them as pretty weird kinda... go-between places. All that artificial light... it's like they don't exist in our time zone."

::She doesn't know how much sense that made, but hey. She holds herself, because it's cold, and looks for the way into the terminal. The journey here had allowed her some time to distract herself from nerves. But now that she's here... eh, she's not scared. I mean, they're not Azura's parents. She's kinda looking forward to it, actually. Which is great, considering how if she was here Azura would be doing that thing to her where she digs her fingers into her arm/waist/thigh so hard they feel like knives.::

"I'm more annoyed by the hordes of morons, but your opinion works well, too. Terminal's that way."

::Sera had felt like being polite, and now closes the door and locks it. She starts walking with Paige; they find an elevator and go up blah blah until they're inside. The brunette walks over to the display of all the flights and starts searching for the correct one, so as to know what gate they need to be at.::

::Paige glances up too.::

"There. London, twenty-one thirty. Huh. Says it's on time. Neat."

::The whitelighter looks for a window so she can check the state of the storm. She'd worried planes would be getting redirected. She did not feel like driving to San Jose.::

"We've got a little while. I'm gonna look for some food. And some paper."

"Sure. What'd you have in mind?"

::Sera glances around, looking for the mass array of large restaurant chains sized down to fit into wee areas, along with the several gift shop/convenience stores that are always there.::

"Oh, I'll just get a sandwich or something. I brought all that food to yours and didn't get a chance to eat any."

::Paige smiles wanly at Sera.::

"Let's go to the gate first."

::And they do. The whitelighter glances around with interest. She's not been to an airport in years!::

(Never had any need.)

::A brief swell of loss fills her. She really misses being a whitelighter sometimes. They continue to the gate, where Paige leaves Sera.::

"I'll be back in like ten minutes."

::And off she wanders.::

::Sera watches Paige get swallowed by a mass of people and sighs. She glances around and checks the time before slumping down in a hard, plastic chair, an anxious, nervous expression detailing her face. Deciding that there's not much else to do, she crosses her legs all ladylike and waits for the whitelighter to come back.::

[The TV showing arrivals turns to arrived at the appropriate flight.]

::A few minutes later, Paige returns with full arms. She's stacked herself awkwardly.::

"Okay."

::She dumps a packet of thick paper on a chair, dropping her sandwich and a pack of gum on top of it. She pulls a marker pen from her pocket and kneels in front of the chair, because she has no shame about doing slightly weird things in public. Opening the card, she pulls a sheet out and writes MULVE on it in thick black letters.::

"Dammit!"

::Yeah, she ran out of space before getting the Y in. And she's meant to be an artist.::

::Sera stares a bit.::

"Can't you flip it over and try again on that side?"

::She glances at the clock, then the television screen, and curses under her breath. The brunette stands, her palms sweaty and her eyes now on the gate itself.::

"Paige, it's here."

"What?"

::Paige looks up at Sera, then the screen.::

"Already? But I'm not ready! I haven't don't the sign! I want my sandwich! I can't be eating a sandwich when they get here! What if they judge me? What if they go 'oh, look, it's that girl with the sandwich' whenever they see me in the future!?"

::Sera stares a bit more at Paige freaking out, oddly fascinated.::

"... calm down. I think it just arrived, so we probably have a few minutes before they actually get off the plane. I'll make the sign and you eat your sandwich."

::She takes the marker and card from the redhead and gets down on her own knees. In very precise lettering, she starts to spell out MULVEY on the other side, but plans on fitting the Y in, unlike the sandwich losergirl.::

"Okayokay."

::Paige tries to get her nerves together and opens her sandwich. She takes a bite but it goes dry in her mouth. Why is she suddenly so anxious? They're Jasmine's parents, not Azura's! Then again... they're still relatives.::

"Hey. Uh... what're they called?"

(OMG. Worst sorta-niece-in-law ever!)

::Sera finishes the Y with a bit of a flourish and with shaking hands, puts the cap back on the marker. She stands, sign in hand, and looks at Paige.::

(Why is she the one freaking out? And why the hell am I so calm? Weird.)

"Uh... her mom's name is Lucy and I think her dad's name is Richard. But don't quote me on that..."

"... Lucinda?"