The flight to London Heathrow was several hours long...half a day, actually, and with no stops in between.  Arthur, as he was known now, brushed up on his lecture notes for Temporal Theories.  After all, the best disguise was one in which you felt comfortable in.  Arthur understood about Temporal Mechanics, but it had been a while since he had gone into any deep conversations about the subject.  As such, he felt compelled to study up on the subject before his arrival in London.  An even better disguise was one that held up under scrutiny.  In this case, there really was a lecture going on at Cambridge University...about a two hour drive from London Heathrow.  He thought about skipping the lecture, but that would have been suspicious and flagged any agencies looking for something out of place.  No, he would have to attend, and that meant being prepared.<br/><br/>As he was studying, his thoughts turned to Morgaine...the mysterious woman that had given him a chance at life now twice.  She had saved his life before, and then she had provided the identity he now was using.  Who was she that she would help an agent of the CIA down on his luck at the time?  Who was she to help any government agent considering she was one of the greatest mysteries of the entire international intelligence community?  Why take the risk?  Sure, there was the old trade of:  I helped you once, and if I need help...you can return the favor.  Yet, from what little he knew of Morgaine...she never needed help.  Still, he now owed her...twice.<br/><br/>The routine on the flight was fairly ordinary.  There were the children with their parents on trips, college students coming over for exchanges, those returning from business trips...or entering Britain for new business ventures, and so forth.  The flight attendants were professional and kind...not to mention patient.  The buzz of activity had died off as the trip continued across the sky, and the travelers each began to nod off.  Arthur, decided it was a good plan to do the same, and closed down his computer.  It would continue to work on decrypting the cursed iPad that seemed to be the source of his troubles.  The best agents knew they needed to grab sleep whenever possible, because they never knew when those long 72-plus hours were going to happen.  So, from the training he had; Arthur swiftly got comfortable and went to sleep...his mind quiet...yet alert.