New York. Tuesday morning.

"Food is for eating, not for it to be flung across the kitchen table."

Jack lets out a tiny giggle. It wasn't the first time he had been slingshotting food from his breakfast plate, and it certainly would not be his last. Not if they kept having oatmeal, that is.

"As I was saying," a deep voice cuts in. "It would be a nice way to spend some family time as soon as she comes home."

"Well that's a splendid idea." Jack's mother applauds, before stuffing another spoonful of mush into her smiling mouth.

"What do you say, pal?" His father smiled as he places a large hand on his back. "You've always wanted to go to Disney world, haven't you?"

Jack nods. The phone rings.

"Hello?" His mother answers.

"Mom?" A tiny voice answers on the other end of the line.

"Wendy!" She squeaks with delight. "We were just talking about how nice it would be to go on a vacation when you get home."

"That's nice." Her daughter answers quietly, with no emotion at all.

"We'll be going to the most magical place on earth!" She exclaims when her daughter wasn't asking where. "Disney World!"

"You guys have fun." She whispers over the phone.

"Oh no, you didn't think we'd go on vacation without our beautiful daughter, would you?" Her mother had some sort of sense that maybe her daughter thought she wasn't invited. "It's a family trip. Of course you're coming with us!"

"I'd like to think that." The small voice says on the other end of the line. Before her mother can start to argue, Wendy cuts back in again. "Talk to me. Tell me what you're doing this very second."

Her mother seemed confused at her daughters behavior. "We're eating breakfast."

"Who's we?" The little voice asks. "You and dad?"

"And you're brother." Her mother adds.

"What are you eating for breakfast?"

"Are you alright, dear?" Her mother interrupts the odd questions her daughter is throwing at her. Wendy usually didn't call unless something was on her mind, so this phone call was rather unusual.

"Wendy," her mothers concerned words make her daughters voice crack a bit. "Is everything okay?"

"Just keep talking to me." Wendy's voice turns into a sob. "I need to be distracted. Please, just talk to me."

"Wendy, what's going on? Where are you?" It's her mothers turn to sound worried. All these questions she is asking captures her father's attention.

"I just called to say I love you." Wendy cries over the line. "And I'm so sorry, for everything I've ever done in the past. I'm sorry about the time in 3rd grade when I punched Jack in the face, and the time when I failed math I middle school, and the time-"

"Woah, slow down." Her mother panics as she leaps up from the table to pace back and fourth. Wendy was as emotionally hard as a rock. Her mother handy seen her cry since she was a little kid. So you knew when that girl cried, it was a big deal.

"I'm so sorry, mom." Wendy chokes. "Please tell dad I love him. And I love you too. And I'm just so sorry."

Florida. Same day, same time.

"Here comes the helicopter!"

She sits there with a towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair as she makes helicopter noises with her mouth, attempting to get her one year old to eat something other than Cheerios.

"Charlie, let's make a tunnel for the helicopter to fly in." She tells him in an overly happy high voice. "Come on, with our mouths."

She opens her mouth really wide, as if she is demonstrating how to do it. He just sits there and claps in amusement.

"Come on Charlie. Open nice and wide.."

The child imitates his mother for a moment, opening his mouth almost as wide as hers. But as soon as she's about to shovel the food in, his mouth shuts closed.

"Come on, little dude." She sighs as she throws one of her hands to her temple. "You eat for your dad, why can't you eat just as good for me?"

The phone rings.

"Our kid isn't eating." She complains as soon as she presses talk and holds the phone to her ear.

"Oh really?" The man says on the other end of the line. "He eats for me."

"That's what we were just talking about, actually." She says, picking up the spoon and dipping in the baby food to try once again. "We were talking about you."

"Is that so?" He asks.

"Yeah." She insists. "We were talking about how many parties were going to have while you're not here."

No laugh on the other end of the line, just silence.

"It'll be just the two of us, Charlie and I. And it'll be a blast!" She continues.

Still nothing from her husband.

"Are you alright?" She finally asks. "You never go this long without laughing at one of my stupid remarks."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, it's just-" he cuts off mid sentence, as if he wasn't sure if he was ready to say what he was going to.

"Ben?" Her voice nervously asks. "Are you still there?"

"Uh yeah, Renee, I'm still here." He reassured her. "I'm still here."

"Is everything okay?" She worriedly asks, placing a shaky hand on her chest.

"No. No it isn't."

There's a silence between the two on the phone. The only that could be heard was the sounds of little Charlie, currently throwing his food on the floor, but Renee was too in a daze to notice.

"Renee?" His voice, with sounded a little more scared by the second, breaks the silence.

"Yeah Ben?"

"I need you to go turn on the TV..." he slowly starts.

"...and I need you to not freak out."

3 hours earlier.

"Where ya headed?"

The black haired girl turns her head, all while placing a cigarette between her dark colored lips and taking a puff. "Rochester."

"Never been." The young guy -about her age- sitting a few seats down replies. "What's it like there?"

"Eh." She says, letting the cigarette smoke escape from her lips and fly into the air. She cracks a smile. "Don't waste your time."

He nods his head and cracks a smile of his own. "Good to know."

Silence falls between the two. The girl dressed in black takes a moment to use the silence as an opportunity to listen for her announcement over the loud speaker.

Still nothing. So she sits and continues to wait in silence.

"Well aren't you going to ask about me?" The voice comes from next to her.

She lets out a giggle, before turning to shake her head at the adolescent horny male. "Nope."

A look of disappointment spreads across the mans face, but only for a split second. In an instant, he puts his charmer face back on and gives her a wink.

Any other day she would've been offended, I'm sure. But not today. Today was different. Today she was tired, hungry, and just wanted to go home. And flirting with a horny male she was never going to see again was a fun way to pass the time.

Down the line from her flirtation, sat a blonde woman, but not too blonde. No, just the right shade of blonde. Sophisticated, one might say. Down from her, a young girl sat, with the roundest glasses you'd ever want to see in your life. She had her nose in a book, of course. Only people with glasses that round carried a book with them everywhere. And even farther down from her, sat a brown haired guy, maybe in his thirties, who was working on a crossword puzzle. There was nothing to memorable about him, other than the constant clicking of the pen that he had in his hand. She hated pen clickers.

Click, click, click.

And her cigarette goes back in her mouth.

Alas, she hears what she's been waiting to hear all afternoon.

"That's me." She informs the boy sitting a few rows down, who never once took his eyes off her.

The girl throws her dark hair to one shoulder, before lifting her luggage out of the chair next to her. She knew he was looking at her. He had been the whole time.

"Ma'am," a deep voice says while a tough hand wraps around her arm. She looks up.

"Aren't you a little too young to be smokin?'" The man in a spiffy flight uniform says. She laughs.

"Relax. I'm leaving anyways."

She relieves herself from his grip, and continues with what she was doing. One by one, people started to board. Blondie, glasses girl, and pen clicker all walked past. The gothic girl took a deep breath, grabbed her suitcase, and started to follow. But not before a voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Wait!" Horny boy calls after her. She turns her head and waits for him to speak.

"I'm afraid I never caught your name."

She laughs. The pitiful boy stood in silence awaiting an answer. She tapped her fingers against her bag, debating weather or not she should give him her name. She was never going to see this kid again, so why the hell not?

"It's Wendy."