While in the queue, she managed to overhear two nearby officers chatting.<br/>"Hey, did you hear? The guy was part of some cult."<br/>"What? Really? How'd they find out, I thought he just disappeared."<br/>"There was a note in the coat. They think he was supposed to leave it on the body."<br/>"No shit? What cult?"<br/>"I dunno. Some mutant thing. They think it's some kind of old god or something."<br/>"Wierd. What about the chick that followed him?"<br/>"Nah, nobody got a good description."<br/><br/>The tickets were First Class... someone had certainly pulled out all the stops... so the seats were nicely roomy. The pretty stewardess dimpled at her and offered champane, under the stern gaze of the rather chiseled steward as he watched the pre-flight preparations.