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Chapter Three.

January 10th 2015:

Today was the day that me and Ryan were flying eight and a half hours to love. Or at least that's what I hoped, "What if she's not even in Paris, what if you're right? She doesn't want to be found." I ask, as I put my bag on the scales and attach my name tag to the handle.

"Or she's dead."

"Can you not say that? Please." I say, agitated, "She is not dead. Playing hide and go seek."

"This is the longest game of hide and go seek I have every played, I want my name on the award when she gets that Guinness world record." He tells me with a smirk.

"Stop joking around, Ryan." I tell him seriously.

"You can go through the security checks now, sir." The women on the desk tells me.

"Right, thank you." I smile at her politely and stepping out of line, I then get in another line where we go through the security check, and I put my hand luggage on the conveyor belt and moved slowly to where I get checked.

"Arms up, spread your legs." The man tells me. I hold my arms up, as if I'm about to take off like an aeroplane myself and stand feet shoulder width apart as he scans me. "Okay, collect your luggage." I follow to where Ryan is, where he stands with his own backpack and passes me mine with a smile.

I throw it over my shoulders and we make our way through to customs, "Do you have the book?" He asks.

"Of course." I tell him, not looking up from my tray of food that I got from the Burger King inside of the airport, "You want some fries?" I ask. He doesn't answer but sticks his hand into the the box, pulling out a handful. "You eat disgustingly." I tell him and he smiles back proudly.

We wait around for forty minutes or so, before a voice comes over the intercom, "Passengers boarding the 15:42 flight to Paris please make your way over to gate six please. Gate six, the 15:42 flight to Paris."

"That's us." I say, I stand up from the leather chair that we had moved to after we finished our food and grabbed my backpack from the floor, swinging it over one shoulder.

We made our way over to gate forty two, where I took my backpack off my shoulder and looking in the front pocket for my passport and boarding passes. I take them out of the envelope I kept them in, and stick the boarding pass inside of my passport, folding the envelope and putting it back into my bag.

Once we got to the front of the line, I handed the passport to the lady who was checking them, she smiled, and handed my things back to me. I smile back, taking the little book and shoving it back into my backpack, I re-swing it back over my shoulders and walk through to the plane.

Me and Ryan were sitting together, and we were sat in seats 106 and 107. I choose to swap seats with him, where I looked out with window.

Initially, it took us around twenty minutes to take off, but when we eventually did, I felt my problems fly away with the plane, I could just sit and think for eight and a half hours straight. I could just sleep, I could just imagine that she comes to the airport for every plane coming in from Chicago, and that she will be waiting.

I rest my head back on the seat, concentrating on anything but my ears and the popping sensation that the plane and air change has caused. "This is your pilot speaking, the weather is clear and we hope to land in Paris for around three forty in the morning, Paris time. Enjoy your flight." He says.

I plug my ear phones into the arm rest which shows me the movie that the cabin crew are playing, and it's boring, but watchable. 'Yes man.' The man who challenged himself to say yes for an entire year, now that would be hard.