If you think I actually own any of this, you're wrong. It's the brain child of Angela Robinson and the property of Sony Pictures.

Epilogue:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be boarding flight 138 with service to Barcelona through New York in about thirty minutes. At this time, we would like to invite those of our passengers traveling with small children to please board at this time," The announcer's voice called over the PA.

"That's us," Amy said.

"I'll be right back," I said quickly, "I need to make a quick bathroom break."

"Okay, don't be long," Amy replied.

I walked over to the sink and my features scrunched at the unfamiliar image in front of me. Amy's hair grew faster than mine. She'd have a decent headful of hair long before I did.

I froze as I heard one of the stalls behind me open, and the distinctive clomp, clomp of a pair of army boots against the tile floor. I didn't even turn around as I said, "so, you're bringing me in?"

"That's my job," Max replied.

Finally, I turned to face her. Her revolver was leveled at my chest. At that range she'd practically liquefy my heart if she pulled the trigger now.

"How'd you get that past security?" I asked nodding at the gun.

"Um… Government agent?" Max looked at me, deadpan.

"Oh… right."

"So, uh, what happened with Ronnie?" I asked.

"Videotape shows him arriving with an unidentified white male who he then proceeds to shoot, clever idea with the whole shaved-head, baggy clothing thing. The cameras never got a clear view of your faces. Ronnie, however, they got clear as day." Max said. "They've added murder one to his rap, but they never found the body so they don't know if they can make it stick, but they've got him on grand larceny." She looked at me for a moment. "You know, I'm quite the hero because of you. I'm the DEB who brought down Ronnie Cockburn. Ms. Petrie was shitting kittens when she found out."

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah." She replied. "So the thing is this: I could probably screw up pretty badly a few times and nobody would have a thing to say about it. So I'm gonna warn you again…"

"If I break her heart, you'll break my neck?"

"Something like that," she lowered the gun. "Now, I can't make it look like I just let you go," she turned her cheek slightly to the side, "so make it look good, but not too good."

A thin smile spread across my face.

-x-

"What happened to your hand?" Amy asked as I sat back down next to her.

"My hand?" I looked down at my right hand, all the knuckles were bright red, and one of them was bleeding. "Must've been something that happened during the break-in."

"No, it was fine this morning," Amy insisted.

"Hmmm, funny that," I said idly.

"Lucy," Amy said sharply.

"You know," I said as I looked at the lineup of people waiting to board the plane, "I seem to remember you mentioning something about how if I got us out of that mess, you'd be mine forever."

"I migh… have said something like that," Amy said slowly.

"Well, then. Since I own you now, I'm ordering you to stop worrying about it." I offered her a quick smile. "What say we just disappear?"

Amy smiled, "now that," she said, "is the best offer I've had all year."