"Well yeah, I mean eventually, right? We'll take care of our business here, then go away. There are still boats we can take. Nothing flies anymore, but lots of things swim." That close, Arc could more closely inspect her eyes. They were so deep, with little flecks of yellow spaced here and there, barely noticeable unless someone was looking for it. If he wasn't careful, he'd never be able to tear himself away from them. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to look away anyway. They were so warm and inviting, so different from the real world. Was it possible to live inside a fantasy if you could touch it? That was a psychological discussion for another day. In the meantime, he had a conversation to keep up and a guest to entertain.<br/><br/>The proverbial light bulb suddenly flashed over Arc's head, causing him to stand up rather abruptly. "I have an idea. Come with me!" Not giving her much of a chance to protest, Arc clamped his fingers around Madison's arm and gently beckoned her out of the chair. He still had a bit of a hobble, but he wasn't nearly as handicapped as the previous day. Quickly he limped to the other side of the plane, where the young woman had not previously ventured. He lead her into the cockpit, entering first, then coaxing her forward. "This is the coolest place to be... or was, when it flew. Now it's just a bunch of old dusty knobs and dials and switches. That's not very interesting, I know, but...." With a mischievous grin, Arc flipped a few switches, then press a button on the console with his thumb.<br/><br/>Slowly the console came to life, the gauges lighting up one by one. Dimly, but in such a dark room it was easy to see. "It still works! It's not going anywhere, but it still works. If things like this can still function so long after it went down, who knows what else could be out there."