Canadon't - A Hatchetfield Story

Epilogue

"Now boarding all passengers."

John MacNamara picked up his suitcase and made his way to the plane. He'd never taken a plane ride since his days working at Washington HQ. He knew the structure by now. He walked to first class, checking his seat, placing his bag in the overhead, and waiting for takeoff. He decided to pass the following hour by pulling out his first book, The Boy Who Saw A Star. The published version, anyway. It excluded the prologue but did include an introduction to the text, a table of contents, and a cover that John had commissioned years and years ago. He was only half-able to focus due to the influx of passengers further down the plane.

He could make out a high pitched voice, "Canada sounds awesome! Is it like America? Are they in states? Where's our seat?"

A man in a hurry marched down the aisles, a squirrel in his pocket, "Everybody move out of the way, We're in a hurry!"

Many others poured on the plane of Hatchetfield Airport, until eventually the plane began to take off. First class was decently empty, except for-

Except for nothing.

John looked across the aisle, as if something was supposed to happen.

But it didn't.

And he was fine with that.