Jack started awake as the plane shook.  These seats really were comfortable...  Then the trembling intensified and the plane itself seemed to lose control.  He worried for a while that the plane would fall from the sky.  "You really are scared of me, aren't you, Dad?"<br/>The man in the seat next to him was, luckily, too afraid to note his babbling.  Yawo turned to look across the plane.<br/><br/>Many of the passengers had their windows down, but more and more were raising them (the others were busily tightening their seatbelts).  In the distance, a massive cloud of dust an debris was visible.  Everyone recognized the shape immediately.  It was a nuclear explosion.  Were the Russians attacking?<br/><br/>A businessman returning from a conference suddenly yelled out, "Three Mile Island!  That's the Three Mile Island reactor!"  Whispering filled the plane.<br/><br/>A moment later, a pilot's voice came over the loudspeakers.  "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the inconvenience, but it has become necessary to land at an airport other than our original destination.  Arrangements are currently being made to help you complete your journeys; the flight crew will explain the details of these arrangements before you disembark."<br/><br/>The subdued voices increased.  Someone yelled, "They're landing near that?!"  The word 'fallout' repeated frequently in the conversations.  Everyone seemed concerned.  The stewardesses were barrage with questions about air speed.  They, meanwhile, were doing their level best to keep people from using their cellphones.  The chaos would have been much worse if not for the occasional jerks of the plane.  No one wanted to get out of their seats.<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>The plane did eventually land.  Jack disembarked with the rest of the passengers, all of whom were doing their best to go as quickly as possible.  There were announcements about bus transport, and going to the Air America desk, and many other things, but for some reason Jack felt like making his own way.  A little voice reminded him that whoever the Norse wanted him to meet was probably waiting at the airport he'd originally been headed for, but...  Meh.  If they found him in Lousiana, they could find him here.  The original airport would be announcing where all of the planes had diverted to, anyways.<br/><br/>He pulled the folder out of his duffel bag and examined it.  The bag was a wonderful convenience-- he'd taken it on the plane, so he hadn't needed to deal with the maelstrom by the baggage carousel.  He examined Legba's note again to see if it mentioned a destination.  Then he walked through the doors and into the bright Philadelphia sunshine.<br/><br/>Outside a woman dressed in the venerable "business eye-candy" style was waiting, holding a sign with his name on it.  He was almost suspicious that they were waiting for him here, but then shrugged it off.  If<em>he</em>could find out what was happening halfway across the world, surely whatever gods were here could do it as well.<br/><br/>He climbed into the indicated limo and looked around at the interior and other occupants.  His bag he kept in his lap-- it looked like there was more than enough room inside the vehicle, and he didn't feel too trusting at the moment.