James nodded to Eli and sat down, but his thoughts were a whirlwind. What kinds of things would they be experiencing? What kinds of things happened out in the bush that no one knew about? He was jittery, but with excitement he realized. They were about to go into a part of Alaska that was mostly unexplored to document the eco-system, what could be better? This project would be a great experience for him, help him built a better base in camera work for being a paranormal investigator after collage. Oh, how he could hardly wait to explored haunted houses and other such things in search of proof. Bigfoot, ghosts, demons, these were all things that fascinated him and horrified him at the same time. So what could be better than living your dream? Getting a great experience in with a crack team to get one started, obviously. I mean, that and getting laid, but that's another topic entirely.<br/><br/>The flight continued as the turbulence settled, returning to smooth flying, or at least smoother. They were flying in a bucket of bolts with an engine block after all, so a bumpy ride was expected. James closed his eyes and relaxed a bit, quelling his excitement for a moment and then looking to Jack as she deleted pictures off her memory card. He was a bit puzzled, why would she delete pictures? Maybe she didn't like them anymore? Or perhaps they were taking too much space? But why not just get a different memory card, surly the university could spare the money for an extra memory card. But, then again, they couldn't afford a more . . . quality flight for this expedition.