The plane slowly circled the airport, waiting for its turn to land. The passengers were getting restless. After about an hour of circling, it became clear that something out of the ordinary was going on. Annoyance gave way to fear, and Lucky could tell that everyone was on the verge of panicking. She kept emitting soothing vibes, but this was becoming increasingly difficult as her own anxiety rose.
Traven was staying calm by playing solitaire on his phone, a little frustrated by the fact that he had yet to win a single game. He noted the time, and slumped down in his seat, looking disappointed. "If this goes on much longer we are going to miss our meeting."
