Thoughts Are Deadly // Dreamnotfound //

New York, New York

Time was ticking by,

and George was no where near Gate F.

He started to panic.

George sprinted up the stairs, dodging people as they walked by, some looking at him weird. There was no time to focus on what others thought, this flight was too important to miss. 

At the top of the stairs, George looked from left to right, examining which direction he should go in. A sign in the middle showed an arrow going left right next to 'Gate F', he ran in that direction. 

Gate F3....F7.....F11....F13!

George saw his gate, just as the last people were boarding. The receptionist looked at him weirdly as she saw George slip into the back of the line.

"Ticket and passport?" She asked him, skeptical of him since he arrived.

George gave her a smile, pulling out his ticket and passport from his bag. He gave them to her, watching as her eyes skid over the items.

She looked back at him, handing George his stuff back.

"Enjoy your flight."

George got into the hallway where he and a bunch of others will be boarding a plane to New York. He sighed, looking at what seemed to be a long line ahead of him. 

If only he wasn't so short and late.

As time got closer and closer to 5 am, the line became shorter and shorter. When George reached to the front of the line, he was greeted by a couple of flight attendants, wishing him to enjoy the flight. 

George pulled out his ticket from his bag once he was in the plane. Since he was the last one to board, most people were already situated in the right seats, clearing most of the isle except for the occasional people who were trying to fit their luggage and bags into the pockets above the seats. George looked down at his ticket. 

26A. 

Huh, that's the window seat I believe. 

He let out a large grin, George has always loved the window seat.

The only downside was, is that George will have to ask his seatmates to move in order to get to his seat. Lost in thought, a sudden but light tap on the shoulder brought him back into reality. 

"Sir, could you please go to your seat? We'll be taking off soon."

A flight attendant spoke, her soft voice told George that she was new.

"Yes, my bad, I apologize." He gave her a brief smile and walked down the isle, looking for 26.

19...

21...

23...

26..!

George looked on the left side of the 26th row. A, B, and C. 

A woman holding her crying baby in her arms was trying to calm him down at in C, while a man who looked to be in his 30's was listening to headphones and not paying attention. The man was covered in tattoos all on his neck and arms, looking down on his phone watching something. 

George stood there and frowned, this was the part he hated. Confrontation. He hated bothering people. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room for George to squeeze in without asking for anything. He took a deep breath in, staring the lady down until she looked up at him.

"Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but can you please stand up so I can get to my seat?" George asked politely, looking at the woman with sincere eyes. She smiled and returned the look.

"Of course," She stood up and moved onto the isle, holding her baby tightly. George moved onto the next person, this was going to be difficult. 

George lightly tapped the man's arm, he turned his head and took off his earbuds, giving George a glare.

"I apologize for disturbing you sir, but could you move over a bit so I could get to my seat?" He pointed to the empty seat that was beside the man. 

He nodded, standing up to move out of the way, allowing George to get to his seat. He thanked the people and sat next to the window, lifting it up halfway to see the wing of the airplane slightly and the concrete outside. More airplanes were lined up out the window as well, people racing back and forth, making sure to get their job done. 

George pulled out his phone, putting it on airplane mode as the Captain's voice went over the speaker.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking. If you would look down the isles as the flight attendants demonstrate how to properly put on you seat belts..." Flight attendants began walking up and down the isles, using a little seat belt around their waist, demonstrating how to put it on and off with a smile on their face. 

George has been in a plane plenty of times before as a kid, so he wasn't that worried about watching. He did regardless.  

"...please silence all your devices, the plane will be taking off soon. Thank you for choosing British Airways." The captain went off speaker, leaving everyone else watching as the flight attendants demonstrated safety procedures.

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7 minutes later, the plane started to move. George watched out the window to see when they would make it onto the runway. 

It took a while until the plane made it onto the runway, the acceleration in speed frightened George even though he was expecting it.

Soon enough, they were in the air. The chairs were tilted back as the flew upwards. 

George grabbed onto the armrests of his seat, bracing himself when the plane would be going straight again. 

The plane went upwards for a while before finally returning to a straight position. George's eyes began to close, the sun barely peaking over the world for a new day.

He fell asleep shortly after, despite the many thoughts in George's mind, he slept because his body desperately needed some comforting, even if it was dreaming.

However, George didn't dream.

When he was awoken by the captain's voice over the speaker, it felt as if he blinked and he was in a different place.

"Good morning everyone! I am happy to announce that we have arrived in New York and are right on schedule! Although the trip took around 7 and a half hours to get here, the local time in London is 12:30 pm. New York, however, is 5 hours behind, making it 7:30 am here."

Everyone began to stand up as soon as we landed, grabbing their bags in the pockets above the seats and racing to the front. George waiting until his two seatmates had left, grabbing his bag and putting it on his shoulders as he walked into the line to leave.

The line moved incredibly slow, parents were losing their kids in the crowds, grown adults were pushing past people in a rush. The flight attendants did their best to calm everyone down, George made his way past all the chaos and into the front of the line, leaving the plane.

He finally made it.

George was in New York.

Meaning, he was one step closer to seeing Dream.

Dream...

He was so worried.

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1168 words, phew

Hey guys! That's episode 4. If you find any spelling mistakes, feel free to comment about it!

Happy 4th of July!