New Divide

New Divide: 39

Sitting in thought, Margo looked out of the window. She sat at one of the window seats looking out at the sun beyond the pane of glass. She watched the clouds lazily move past, tilting her head she smiled when she tried to find shapes in them.

“Eight hours, give or take,” a voice said behind her, looking over her shoulder she looked to Hank. She raised an eyebrow. She didn't quite know why he had hunted her out just to say this.

“Sorry?” She commented.

He rolled his yellow tinted eyes and moved over to sit opposite her. The window seat was large enough for her to have her legs almost stretched out and there still be room for someone at the other end.

“That's how long it takes to get to England.” He replied.

“Yes?” Margo was more than thankful of this information.

Hank sighed and looked at her bluntly. “Can you fly for eight hours straight? That's what I’m trying to hint at here.” He said a little irritably. Margo made a quiet 'oohing' noise and sat in silence. “Or how fast can you fly? If you can fly fast you can surely half this time.” Hank paused and leant back against the window. “Surely it'd be easier just for you to get a regular flight?”

“No passport, and cramped conditions. No.” Margo said firmly while standing up and walking thoughtfully off. She looked up when Hank appeared by her side. Frowning she smirked up at him, Hank just blinked and looked at her confused. “Got anything to test the speed of something?”

Hank crossed his arms and looked straight ahead at the corridor before them. “A speed radar.”

“Do you have one of those?” Margo asked curiously while looking at him with wide eyes.

“No.” Hank admitted, her shoulders slumped. “But I could look into it.” He offered, she smiled up at him. “It would be interesting to know...you know, for general sake so you know how far you can push yourself when it comes to flying.”

“This is one big experiment isn't it?”

“Pretty much.”

“...Does that make me a guinea pig of sorts?” Margo scrunched her nose up, not liking the sound of this much anymore.

“In a way.” Hank replied flatly. “Sorry.” He commented when he realized that this didn't bode well with her. She shrugged and swung her arms by her sides. The two of them continued to walk in silence. It had been a few days since she had alerted Charles that she was leaving for a trip back to England. As such nothing much had changed really. Alex and Sean had left and seemed to venture off in their own ways. So it was just three now living in this large house. It was awfully quiet and it made it all the more spacious.

“How long will it take you to make such a speed thingi?”

“Radar,” Hank corrected with a frown. “And I’m not sure. Depends if I have everything for it.” He mumbled more to himself than to her, Margo raised an eyebrow and decided to leave him to his thoughts. “Shall I come find you when and if I’ve made progress?”

“That'd be hugely appreciated, Hank, thank you.” Margo smiled widely and patted him on the arm while quickly turning off to go to her room. Hank merely waved a hand at her and walked down the stairs to go to his little set up where he did most of his work, or at least, where he'd do most of his work now.

Meanwhile, back in her room Margo had thrown open the window and jumped onto the windowsill and fell downwards. She fell for a few seconds before shooting back upwards. She quickly discovered that being in the air was the best place to do all her thinking. It was peaceful up with the clouds. Sure, it was more than peaceful in the house. Hank usually hid himself away working on something or rather, Charles...she wasn't sure what he was doing, and she was usually wondering.