Dan thought for a long moment while looking over at Naomi after taking his charger back from Sutton. He could go, and could probably charm his way into a drink, but it just didn't seem appealing right now. Maybe it was the way his cancer was flaring in his chest tonight or just the jetlag. "Actually, yknow what? I'm going to take you up on that Naomi. Thanks for the offer." He grabbed his cases and his backpack and walked toward her, a tired smile touching his lips and remaining there comfortably. He started feeling the buzzing from the meds take his head and he nodded vigorously. "I could definitely use somewhere with some peace and quiet. Thanks."

Evony waited for a few seconds as the phone went dead. Then a familiar tone sounded, meaning she was being put through.

"Mr Nixon speaking. How can I help you, Miss Harrington?" The sound of Ryan's voice made Evony feel sick to her stomach and she dragged in a deep breath as she tried to force the memory of him, his heavy body pressing down against her as he raped her less than twelve hours ago. His formal tone made it all the more unnerving. But she should be use to it by now. He would never speak to her truthfully on the phone or by text or email, believing anyone could be looking in on them and may reveal his secret.

"Mr Nixon," Evony greeted him, ignoring her own thoughts to address the real reason she'd called. "My band have just landed in Heathrow Airport in London. Upon arrival, we discovered a number of items had been left behind when the plane stopped over in Miami. It's essential we get them quickly as they contain instruments needed for tomorrow night's gig. We can't afford for the airport's usual waiting times for lost luggage and I need you to ensure we receive it in a timely fashion," she said, her voice businesslike and polite.

"I will make a call to the airline personally to make certain your missing luggage will be leaving Miami straight away," he responded sharply.

"I appreciate that, Mr Nixon," Evony said blankly. There was nothing she wanted more than to ask after her son. She wanted desperately to hear that he was sleeping and he was happy. But she couldn't say a word. She knew it would be a long time before she got to hold him again. And even then, it wouldn't be for long.

"Goodbye, Miss Harrington. Send the band my best wishes for their European tour," Ryan told her before hanging up.

Evony replaced the phone in her pocket, staring straight ahead, dazed.

Morgan

Hey, where are you guys going? she asked Dan and Naomi. Evony asked us to wait at the ... what's it called again Sutton? She has all the information and the phone number of the mini van that was supposed to pick us up together with our instruments. Morgan said. They were all walking towards customs trying to get through so they could go to terminal one. She looked over her shoulder to make shure everybody was there. Sutton was walking next to Naomi and James seemed to be talking to Indiana. Morgan looked at her feet while walking. She was quiet because the exhaustion was starting to weigh on her. When she would arrive at the hotel she would just get into her bed and do a nap... or maybe take a bath!

James

Everybody was moving. Where they were going James couldn't care less. He just wanted somewhere to sit... preferably a car that would bring them to their hotel where there would be beds and showers and bahts... no, a bed would already be enough. He was tired. He put his hand on Indiana's head and messed with her hair. So how are you doing? Not too tired I hope? he smiled. The group looked as if they received some shot of energy... or maybe everybody was just exited because they were moving and actualy going somewhere... excited because they were getting out of the airport and officialy into Europe. He was!

With everything going on, Indiana went to go sit back down. She was tired of moving around...or maybe just tired in general...she hadn't decided yet. Just as she was watching some of the group members walk away, James approached her and messed her hair up. She left the mess he made and smirked. "No actually too tired would be the exact terminology I'd use right now." she said, gesturing to the other band members walking away. "I just wanna get out of here" she smiled softly. "But until then I am perfectly okay with people watching." and she was. She was the kind of person who could people watch all day and never get bored. she found people fascinating.

Morgan

Morgan was dead tired. Dan and Naomi were already going to the hotel. Morgan guessed Evony still had the booking papers for the hotel since she was the 'baby sitter' or maybe someone else had them. She was too tired to ask. Her legs were moving on their own. Step...step...step...step. She wasn't even fully aware of the people around her. As they moved to the lounge she kept thinking about the tour to come. It was going to be awesome. As she reached the lounge she walked over to the bar and ordered twoo beers. One for her and the one she promised Zach. Here you go She gave him the drink. I hope Evony will arrive soon because I just want to go to the hotel and sleep!

Hey! Morgan! Can you get me one of those red bulls please? she heard james shout. She looked around and saw him lying in one of the couches. She turned around and ordered a Red Bull. Just this one time James.... You owe me!

James

James was just moving forward. As the group was entering the lounge the first thing he wanted to do was sit down. He walked over to a couple of benches that looked very comfortable and fell down face first on one of the big leather ones. I am so damn tired! he said into the couch, his words smothered by the leather. He turned his head and saw Morgan getting a drink. Would they also have energy drinks? He could use one of them. He tried to get up out of the sofa but found he was too lazy for this. Hey! Morgan! Can you get me one of those red bulls please?

"Here you go"

Zachary was handed a drink by the band's beautiful and talented singer, as promised, raising his lips into a smile. He immediately popped open the top and gave one big drink out of the can as Morgan had been ordering James a Red Bull. Now that he thought about it, a Monster would be nice right about now to snap the man awake. He hadn't even really done much since they got off the plane and he almost wanted to collapse into bed..... alone!

"I know how you feel; I'm ready to hit the hay as well, possibly without doing anything else." he said almost as if he were amazed by the thought. He smiled. "Guess it's 'cause planes are not something I can sleep in." he commented, taking a small sip from his beer. "Are you good aside from tiredness, Mo?" he asked out of a genuine concern for his own bandmate. "I heard someone couldn't keep their lunch on the plane the whole entire time." his eyes narrowed. "And he wasn't throwing up."

Taking control of her own thoughts instead of allowing them to rest three and a half thousand miles away in New York with Ryan, Evony strode through the airport towards the lounge.

She wasn't far from the Servisair Executive Lounge when she saw the band's young tech guy, Dan and Naomi, a journalist Evony had employed to report on the band and gain them publicity walking through the airport to what looked suspiciously like the exit...

"Lounge is that way. Where the hell do you two thing you're going?" Evony asked them sharply, stepping directly into their path and blocking their exit route. Evony had had a long, stressful day and was in no mood for people disobeying her. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't care. Follow me or you're both fired," she said harshly, carrying on towards the lounge without a backwards glance in their direction.

She was relieved to see when she reached it that most of other band members had made it to the lounge as directed, which was quite a feat as many of them hadn't quite worked out how to accurately follow simple instructions yet... She scanned the faces.

"Where's Indiana?" she demanded to know as soon as she realised who was missing. "Sutton, go and find her for me." Sutton was the member she trusted the most to follow instructions. He may just be a simple stage-hand, but for some reason he seemed to get Evony and he'd become invaluable to her. He did a good job at keeping the band in order while she wasn't around. For some reason people just seemed to listen to him and he was perfect to run her errands.

"The rest of you, sit," Evony pointed at the sofa in front of her. She needed all of them together so she could talk to them.

She quickly walked over to the bar. "Vodka and tonic. Actually... Hold the tonic," she concluded. "Oh, and I think you'll find our drinks are on the house due to this airport's total incompetence in baggage handling. Just ask your boss. I'm sure his call from Mr Nixon will resolve any issues surrounding my payment..."

The bartender nodded, slightly wary of Evony. He handed her the drink and she took a long swig. The alcohol burnt down her throat, soothing her nerves. She took a deep breath, finally able to deal with the band now she had a drink in her hand. She turned back to them, walking back to stand in front of the sofa where they'd all gathered.