Stella wakes up in his arms again. She blinks up at him when her brain catches onto the distress in his voice. She looks at the plane at getting ready to take off from a small privet air port. To her, it's nothing to new. She now's to him it's something strange and possibly scary like the jeep was at first. "It's okay Ari. That's what's going to get us to the United States and across the ocean safe and sound." She motions to be put down. She grabs his hand and gently leads him to the stairs leading up to the entrance of the plane. "It will be okay. I promise."