They arrived at the airport not quite two hours later. The ride was fairly boring - after Marek's hissy fit and their escape from him and Edward (and their silver Mercedes), they were basically alone until they hit the city. All of the signs to the city had been taken down long ago, and the jail where Jocelyn had been incarcerated was no where near a city - so Papillion had no idea where they were, and Chaim was not not forthcoming with details. Papillion figured the signs were down so no one would find Ramblewood, thinking the road deserted and abandoned. In fact, the road to Ramblewood was just barely drivable, and Chaim admitted to the fact that their car's shocks were specially fabricated to handle the stress of driving down the road.

"Even though you can't see Ramblewood from the road, it's still safer if no one uses the road," Chaim shrugged, "So it's very rarely repaired or maintained."

"So people don't ever drive down it, which protects Ramblewood even more," Papillion deduced.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'ever' or 'never'," Chaim said, "Every once in awhile someone gets really, really lost and ends up driving down this road. Never for long, though. The interstate's a better choice now."

The song changed then, and Chaim glanced down at the radio with a grin. "This is 'Sundown Motel' by Stavesacre," she informed Papillion, "It's really good. I prefer their older stuff, like this, to what they're putting out now, for the most part."

The rest of car ride was either silent or filled with idle chatter about the music being played from Papillion's newly acquired IPod, It was, for the most part, a fairly boring car ride. Which was just fine by Papillion, as she definitely did not need a repeat of the drive to Ramblewood.

She also got to see Chaim's traffic driving skills. They were very good, but halfway through their drive in the city Papillion realized that they probably didn't actually reflect the way that Chaim truly drove, as she was driving in a way to make her almost unnoticeable. Chaim and her car and her driving blended almost seamlessly into the flow of traffic; yet another way that Chaim slid past everyone's notice. Even if you had been looking for Chaim within the sea of cars (like Marek was probably doing) and new what kind of car she was driving, it was highly likely you would never find her.

Chaim deposited the car in a random, rather far-away parking lot and then pulled out the luggage from the back of the car. There wasn't just Chaim's duffel bag, but also a bright orange rolling suitcase and two backpacks - one a neutral blue, the other bright yellow. Chaim handed her the blue backpack.

"Here, this one's yours," Chaim told her, "Put your books in it. And your IPod." After that, Chaim opened the driver's door for the car and started rifling around inside, the yellow backpack on her lap. She put somethings - including her own IPod into the bag before getting out of the car and locking it. She then slung the backpack on her shoulder before picking up the duffel bag and extending the handle of the suitcase. When she had finished all of this, she started walking towards the airport.

Papillion just sort of watched all of this, but as Chaim started walking away from her, she hurriedly but carefully put her two books into the bag before rushing to catch up with Chaim. She glanced at the parking signs and noticed the time limit on them - five days. She frowned slightly at this before running slightly to catch up with Chaim.

"So we're only going to be gone for about a week?" she asked Chaim, "That's not very long."

"Where did you get a week from?" Chaim demanded after a few seconds.

"Well, this parking is only for like five days," Papillion answered, "which means we have to come back and get it sometime, right?"

"Not necessarily," Chaim responded.

"What?" Papillion got out after a couple of seconds, "Won't it get towed, then? Getting towed is not very inconspicuous."

"Nope, it won't get towed," Chaim hummed at her with a silly grin.

Papillion actually stopped to think about it, backpack slung over just one shoulder. She turned and looked at the car - or tried to, she couldn't really see it anymore - and then back at Chaim, who was still walking towards the airport. When she noticed Chaim was still moving, she ran to catch up yet again. After reaching Chaim and recovering her breath (and studiously ignoring Chaim's cheeky grin), she decided to end this once and for all.

"So someone's coming to get it?" Papillion asked. Chaim nodded. Papillion blinked, almost stopped but caught herself (she still missed a step), and thought about it some more. "Is it Edward?" she continued.

At this, Chaim shook her head. "Edward's coming with us," she corrected, "As is Marek."

"So someone else is going to be driven out here to pick up your car? That seems like a waste," Papillion muttered as they finally neared the airport.

Chaim smiled and shook her head again. "That's not it either," she said, her grin widening at Papillion's confusion.

"So what is it, then?" Papillion demanded.

"Where is the car parked?" Chaim asked with a knowing grin.

"Seriously?" Papillion asked, and then sighed when Chaim nodded. "At an airport," Papillion said in a disrespectful, bored tone that conveyed her idea of this exercise (which was foolish, in her opinion).

"And what do people do at airports?" Chaim continued.

"They catch planes and go places," Papillion responded, hefting her backpack and putting her arm through the unused strap.

"And?" Chaim prompted, drawing out the single word.

"And they get off planes and...oh," Papillion said after a moment's pause, "Someone who is getting off a plane is going to take the car. That's clever."

Chaim shrugged. "Works well for me," she said simply.

"Is that what Marek's doing as well?" Papillion asked.

Chaim shrugged again. "I don't know," she answered, "Not my problem." They had reached the doors of the airport, due mainly to the fast pace that Chaim had set. Papillion was slightly out of breath, but Chaim stopped at the curb to look up and down the entrances. She frowned slightly at them before seemingly finding the one she was looking for, and then she set off, Papillion in tow. After some time, she stopped in a sort of secluded place where there weren't very many people around and turned to Papillion. She set down the duffel bag and flipped her backpack to her front so that she could rifle through it.

"What are you doing?" Papillion hissed, watching as Chaim basically dropped the keys on the top of a nearby trashcan (it was actually a rather nice trashcan, too, all nice and clean and silver).

"I'm getting out out passports," Chaim answered, just as a black man with a Cubs baseball cap passed them and the trashcan. Papillion thought that Chaim's answer was for him for a few moments, but then she noticed that the car keys were gone. She immediately whipped around to see if she could find him, but he had disappeared into what little crowd there was. When she turned back to Chaim, Chaim was smiling.

"Who was that?" Papillion asked, "Do I least get to know his name?"

"That was Mavet," Chaim answered, "He just got in from Budapest." She rifled in the bag for a few more seconds before pulling out two American passports. She opened one of them and then handed the other to Papillion. "Here's your passport. I'll keep the tickets and stuff."

Papillion gingerly took the passport and opened it. There was a rather good picture of herself (one she didn't remember taking) next to the name 'Gillian Zimmerman'. It was her first passport.

When she looked at Chaim, Chaim smiled and opened her own passport to show it to Papillion. It had a picture of a grinning Chaim who looked like she was definitely up to something next to the name 'Grace Zimmerman'. "I suppose you could say the mission starts now," Chaim told her quietly, "And our names are Grace and Gillian. I'll fill you on the details later. Just, stay close, okay?" And with that, Chaim took off, with Papillion following close behind. Chaim slowed a bit, and then moved closer to Papillion, almost uncomfortably close, but Papillion didn't say anything. Chaim motioned for her to turn at the British Airways door, where they entered.

Inside, Chaim walked Papillion to some seats set against the wall. She got really close to Papillion and then began talking. "I'm going to go check us in," she said, "I'm leaving my backpack with you, read a book or something. A simple book should do. Nothing fancy. I'll be back soon." She then hugged Papillion tightly before taking off her yellow backpack and handing it to Papillion. Chaim smiled slightly at her and motioned for her to see before moving to the check-in desk with her duffel bag and the bright orange suitcase.

Papillion knew that Chaim didn't want her to read either of the books that she'd brought from Chaim's house in Ramblewood, but it didn't matter. The truth was that she didn't really even feel like reading, and so she merely watched Chaim. Chaim quickly noticed this (it was Chaim, after all, there was very little Chaim didn't notice), and smiled slightly at Papillion before waving. Papillion smiled back and waved herself, but then it was Chaim's turn in line.

Chaim talked to the man at the desk for a few moments, obviously hammering out ticket details before the suit case and duffel bag were weighed. Both seemed to be satisfactory, and everything proceeded quickly from there. Chaim, at one point, motioned towards Papillion, but that was the most exciting thing. After a few more words with the man at the desk, Chaim got out of line and returned to where Papillion was sitting, without baggage and carrying what Papillion assumed was their tickets.

"I got the window seat," Chaim told her happily as she stood up. When she had done so, Chaim gave her another hug before picking up her backpack and handing Papillion hers. "C'mon, let's get through security now," Chaim suggested with a grin, hand on Papillion's arm, "According to our friend Carson up there, the line's okay right now." Chaim's hand dropped to Papillion's and she tugged her forward. Papillion smiled and continued after her, okay with holding Chaim's hand. Just like the last time, it made her feel secure.

"So, we're going to England," Papillion said, close to Chaim's ear because they were actually that close, "Where are we staying, the Ritz?"

Chaim laughed at that, but then gave Papillion a dazzling smile, "Yes, England, and yes, London. But not the Ritz. The Savoy. Good guess, though." And then they arrived at security.

Having never flown, Papillion was unprepared for security. The line was pretty long by the time they got there, about an hour's wait, but Chaim merely shrugged and said it was actually shorter than usual. They had a banal conversation about anything they could think of, laughing and whispering to each other while they waited for the line to dwindle. When it was their turn, Chaim gripped her hand and led her over to one of the metal detectors and x-ray machines and helped her through it.

"Your shoes, Gillian," Chaim said, "You've got to take off your shoes. They go through the scanner."

"Oh. Really? That's kind of odd," Papillion replied.

Chaim shrugged. "People hide things in their shoes. Don't you remember that movie Wild Wild West with Will Smith? He had a knife in his boot."

Papillion thought about for a moment (and recovered from the shock of having Chaim reference a fairly recent movie), and then nodded. "Oh yeah," she said out loud, "I suppose they don't want any of those on the airplane."

"Nope," Chaim answered before stepping through the metal detector. It didn't go off, and Chaim smiled at Papillion from the other side and waved for Papillion to come through.

Thanks to Chaim's coaching and tips, Papillion managed to get through the metal detector on the first try. Chaim was waiting for her on the other side with her shoes and backpack at a small table a few feet away from the security check. Chaim was content to wait while Papillion got her her shoes back on, but then handed Papillion her backpack as soon as she was finished. Chaim had enough patience to wait for Papillion to get her backpack on, but just as Papillion was satisfied with the way it sat on her back, Chaim grabbed her hand and dragged her out of security and into the concourse, the look on her face that of someone on a mission.

Chaim had absolutely no problem navigating the maze of the concourse, bringing them safely to concourse B10, which was heading to London, England. Chaim led Papillion over to one of the sets of airport chairs and sat her down before handing Papillion her own backpack yet again. Chaim leaned down over her and said, "I'm going to go find us something to drink and a little bit of biting on." Chaim kissed her on the side of her forehead, light and barely noticeable, before disappearing off into the concourse again.

Papillion watched her until she was out of sight, and when she brought her eyes back into the confines of the gate, she noticed that an older man off to her left was staring at her. Actually, it was more of glaring. Papillion glared back, wondering what he could be so upset about, before settling down for Chaim to return. Much like she did in the car, she sunk down in her seat and then put her foot up on the chair across from her. The old man's glare intensified at this, but Papillion didn't really care. She picked up her backpack and pulled out a book - not one of the ones from Chaim's house, but one of the other books in the backpack and started to read it. It was called the 'Witches of Karres', and if the first few pages were any indication, it stood to be an interesting book.

Of course, Papillion didn't get far before Chaim returned, holding two bottles of water as well as a single bottle of soda, a bag of chips, a sandwich and two apples. It looked, for the most part, like regular Chaim fair. Papillion sat up in her chair as Chaim approached and held out her arms, which Chaim easily stepped into. At the very end of the hug Chaim kissed her forehead yet again before dropping into the chair beside Papillion's and handing her a bottle of water.

"I got us just a little bit to eat because we'll probably get something on the plane," Chaim told her, "I thought we'd share the soda, chips, and sandwich."

"When do we leave?" Papillion asked in a low voice.

Chaim glanced down at her watch. "In a couple of hours," she answered, "Plenty of time for Norman and Jacob to get here." She finished that statement with a very Chaim-like nod, which came through whatever boundaries she'd put between her real self and whoever Grace Zimmerman was supposed to be.

It took Papillion a few seconds to realize that Norman and Jacob had to be Edward and Marek. She looked at Chaim briefly before opening and drinking from her water bottle. "I'm sure they'll be fine," she replied as Chaim opened the sandwich and handed her half.

"They probably will be, even with Normie's driving," Chaim conceded.

Papillion laughed when Chaim called Marek 'Normie'. She shook her head, giving the old guy another glare in return for the one he was giving her. "I don't think Normie would appreciate you calling him that," she said to Chaim, close to her ear.

Chaim turned her head slightly to look at her, before frowning. Papillion thought that Marek and Edward had finally arrived, but then Chaim put that to rest. "That old man has been staring at us since we sat down," she breathed by Papillion's ear, "Don't look at him. Look at me." Papillion did just that. Chaim smiled at her, and continued to talk. "Do you think he recognizes you or do you think it's just because of us?"

Papillion almost jerked away from Chaim, but Chaim seemed to have been expecting this, and so she had placed her hands and arms to stop Papillion from moving away suddenly. "I don't know," Papillion admitted, "I don't recognize him."

Chaim laughed slightly, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter that you don't know him," Chaim told her in a chiding voice, "You weren't always my Gillian, now were you?"

Papillion glowered at Chaim's smiling face. "Look, if he recognizes me as - " she began, but stopped short when Chaim leaned in really, really close. Papillion gulped at how close she was, and the impish grin she was wearing.

"I don't think it's that," Chaim told her in a too-low whisper, "Besides, you never where that famous." Chaim leaned in a bit closer, making Papillion blush and stutter a bit. Chaim was still grinning like a damn imp, a grin that Papillion knew was growing. "I was," she breathed into Papillion's ear, "But I've been a Ghost a lot longer than you, hmm?"

And with that, Chaim extracted herself from Papillion and returned to her sandwich. After successfully getting her blush under control, Papillion began eating her sandwich as well. About halfway through, Chaim opened the soda and passed it to Papillion first, who took a sip and gave it back to Chaim. Chaim took a sip and then put the lid back on and finishing her half of the sandwich. Soon after swallowing her last bite of sandwich, she opened the chips. Again, she shared half of them with Papillion, as well as the soda, which was finished when the chips were finished.

Chaim then handed Papillion an apple before leaning over and brushing a kiss on Papillion's cheek. Papillion gave her a funny look, but Chaim just sort of grinned at her before glancing at the old man. Chaim's eyes didn't stay there long, because then she moved her eyes forward. Her grin grew, and she raised one of her hands in greeting.

"Took you long enough to get here, Normie," she said happily.

"Yes, well, we had some...mishaps on the way here," Marek told in her in a highly irritated voice.

"Ah," Chaim said, "Something tells me that one of those mishaps was in a bathroom stall. Honestly, Jacob, you should have more control over yourself."

Edward blushed darkly, and Papillion looked back and forth between the three of them before she got it. Papillion let a howl of laughter before she clamped her hand over her mouth. Her shoulders shook with mirth, and Chaim grinned at her while Marek scowled and Edward blushed and the old man simply glared harder.

"Oh, give it a rest, Normie," Chaim said dismissively, "You and I both know it's how you really loosen up before a plane flight." She cocks her head at him and her grin widens, "Besides, it makes you sleepy."

Papillion can't stop laughing, just like Edward can't stop blushing. One of them is going to faint soon, both basically from lack of oxygen. Papillion's face is starting to turn slightly red, but Edward's is purple. Marek glances at the two of them before huffing and flinging himself into a seat across and down from Chaim. Edward follows, still blushing profusely. Chaim turns to give the old man a very pointed glare, and this time, he looks away. Chaim then returned her attention to her companions, a knowing glint in her eyes as Papillion finally managed to stop laughing. Chaim smiled at her and then opened Papillion's water bottle and handed it to her. Papillion smiled back at her before pushing a lock of Chaim's hair behind her ear. Of course, as soon as she finished that, Papillion's attention was solely on her water bottle. She was quite thirsty after all of the that laughing, after all.

Chaim glanced at the clock. Not long, and then they would be on their way. Luckily for her and Papillion, she had arranged for Marek and Edward's seats to be as far away from Papillion and hers as possible.

She did feel slightly sorry for Edward, though.