Elliot looked up from the National Geographic he'd purchased at the news stand at hearing the announcement.<br/><br/>"Finally..." He said under his breath as he walked up, handed over his ticket, and made his way down the corridor to the plane. As he walked, he gave a nervous glance over his shoulder. He was thinking about his bag, and how it had to be checked due to the survival knife and other "potential weapons" he'd packed for his trip. He was worried that the airline might loose his bag again, but really, what could he do besides hand over his gear and pray it arrived in London in time to catch the flight to Cairo? Nevertheless, Elliot continued down the corridor to the plane; mentally preparing for another several hours of being stuck in a flying, pressurized capsule...