"Okay. This is your pilo-" the intercom cut off there. "JC," I whisper. "What happened. "Sorry about the technical difficulties, folks. Won't happen again. This is your pilot speaking. We have a low gas tank, which means we will have to go back to LAX. We will refund your tickets. We apologize for the inconvenience. Make sure to keep your seatbelts on." I look up at JC, and he's asleep. I decide to scare him. "Ah!" I say in his ear. "JESUS!" He yells. "Sorry." He frowns and look away. "Come on." I say. "Please." I look away. "I'm pregnant." I say, and his mouth gapes open.
