Mike chuckled, stowing the last of his small carryon bag, as well as their laptops (hers having come earlier that morning, as promised) into their bags. "Oh, thanks. Don't take a picture from my good side or anything, we can't have that," he smirked. "All right," he said, standing up, bags floating around him. "After you, my dear."

Daria grinned and walked through the door, leading the way from the mansion to her car which she would park in a lot near the airport. she was sad she couldn't teleport them but the Doc had told her not to teleport as he was sure she would mess up her stitches.

A plane ride, however, would be fun, she decided.