"... I think I'm spoiled by portal travel," Angela admitted. "It's been a while since I've had to sit several hours behind someone with their chair right back or who won't quit telling me about their fifty prize poodles."

It happened, she knew.

"Okay, they still lose your luggage sometimes, and occasionally drop you in Warsaw when you wanted Washington... Nightmare, by the way. Polish is not a language I get along with." The words were long and there were lots of z's and k's.