Shortly after takeoff, or lift off, or whatever it was called, Nora wasn’t very well versed in flying, she felt her body lurch as the plane tilted more deeply and began its rough ascent through the clouds. The chorus of nervous sounds from a majority of the passengers certainly didn’t help to put her at ease, any.<br/><br/>Frozen in place and glued to her seat, Nora’s lids were so tightly squeezed together that her eyes were beginning to strain. She kept waiting for the feeling of falling upwards to cease so that she could return to a regular, seated position and maybe even relax a little during the flight. How she had been so forgetful about not taking the pill to calm her down until she was boarding, was beyond her.<br/><br/>Yet, there she was, hoping that the relaxant would do its magical job quickly enough and quell her frenzied state. During some of the bumps, she did her best to tune out the rest of the plane, blocking out the impossibly loud sounds coming from her surroundings and focused on unpopping her ears over and over again. But, once again, her nearest seat neighbor interrupted her out of her thoughts.<br/><br/>“Hey. You.” He asserted from across the small space, his voice accusatory. Nora forced one eye to open and peer across the aisle at him. Her one eyed gaze was mixed with the fear associated with flying, but also looked slightly accusatory, in their own right. She then heard him ask if she just told him to shut up. Nora took a heavy breath, recognizing his apathy for her situation. Then, he asked if she was talking to one of the voices in her head.<br/><br/>Nora was close to a response, but then the cabin went dark and her heart plunged. She gasped again, her lone, open eye, shutting tight once again. A baby started to cry, the mother shushing him or her as she comforted the distraught babe. Thumps sounded out as the plane cringed and the landing gear tucked itself back into the bottom of the plane and it started to finally even out and coast.<br/><br/>Finally, Nora was able to open her eyes again, her body beginning to relax against the seat. “Hey…” The reason that guy looked familiar clicked into place in that moment. “You’re the guy who cut off my Uber driver. You flipped us the bird, almost hit us, and sped through like for lanes of traffic.” Nora decided at this point it was best to ignore his previous question, which was not really meant to be answered in the first place.<br/><br/>“You could’ve killed someone, driving like that.” She accused, lecturing him like a disappointed caretaker. “And now you’re right here, next to me. Great.” She muttered that last word under her breath.