Gone

Chapter III: Cranking out the Numbers

Everybody, but Joan could make it to Mikayla's house that night for the meeting. Everyone was in Mikayla's work office sitting on the love seats that were in each corner of the tiny room. There was a coffee table, a lamp behind one of the love seats, and a desk with an eleven inch Apple Mac desktop computer. With a wireless keyboard, and wireless mouse.

"So I have a question. When will dinner be served? I heard something about a buffet being served tonight," Sasha asked.

"Okay fathead, would you like me to call Pizza Hut for you and get ten pizzas? Because then, that'll cut into our funds for the trip. I will call in a few after we discuss this pilot's license issue," Mikayla said.

Then Rebecca asks a question before taking a drink of her green tea.

"About the financial issues we might face after this trip, I thought we could take out a loan as a group. I could take out anywhere from $500-$675. Then Sasha could take out $2,000, then maybe Mikayla could take out $2,000 as well to cover the cost for the hotel and return trip back home. Then I believe that adds up to get us there and back,"

"Do you really think that would be enough for us to get there and back? I mean we have to buy food, bring our clothes, and pay for a big enough plane that would suit all of our needs for the fifteen hours there and fifteen hours back. Which adds up to about thirty-six and a half hours," Mikayla said.

Mikayla turns around on her computer chair to where her back is facing the other girls.

"Hold on girls, I'm looking up how long it would take for us to fly to Honolulu from New York. In addition, you do know we'll have to stop at least twice to re-fuel and such right? And fuel costs right now I believe are around $900 a pound. And if we're going to be traveling 4,957 miles, we'll need to land every hundred and twenty minutes or so to re-fuel. What if we took a business jet. Perhaps Bombardier Manufacturing? They're renting out plane's for $18,299 for ten days," Mikayla said.

"Wait, hold the phone. You want me to take out $2,000 dollars to help go on this trip? I'm sorry, but the most I will take out is $1,550. Ahh, you thought I was going to be an ass and say that I couldn't take out $2,000 dollars huh? Well I can talk to my dad and see if he can hook me up. But I doubt I will be able to take out as much as $2,000. My dad is pretty strict when it comes to lending me money. And the funny thing is, is that he doesn't even know I'm going on this trip,"

"Okay, but what about Joan? What if she decides to show up? What would we tell her?"Rebecca asked.

"We would simply say 'go have a drink cause you ain't coming. We already got the things we need. Sorry honey, maybe next time',"

Everyone in the room chuckles. Then they all look at the office door. Michael is standing by the door ease dropping on the conversation. Rebecca notices the feet at the bottom of the door and whispers to everyone.

"Hey Mikayla, I think your son is ease dropping on our plan. Should I go and take him back to bed for you Mikayla?"

"That would be so nice of you Rebecca, thank you,"

So then Rebecca get's up, sets her cup of tea down on the coffee table, and walks over everyone's feet to get to the door.

"Alright anything else we should talk about or is this good enough?" Mikayla asked.

"There still tons of stuff that we need to get planned before we just pack up and leave for the night. This sounds like an exciting trip by the way. Going off to save your husband. I'll tell you this Mikayla, you're the most bravest woman I've ever met in my entire life," Joan said.

Everyone looks over in the corner with a shocked look on their faces. They're looking in the corner where the closet is. Joan is sitting on the floor in her dress clothes with a notebook and pen. She's jotting down the number and calculating them as the group discusses the financial part of the plan.