Shifting his feet James stared nervously at the runway. It would be the first time he taken a plane since the attacks and he wasn't looking forward to it. He used to feel safe but now no one was safe. Shit what he needed was a cigarette. Why the bloody hell he had let them talk him into quitting. Taking a seat James found his attention turned to a figure standing at the counter. He was tall, muscular- ***DESCRIBE JC**** Watching curiously as he searched -- through his bag. He smiled as the stranger sat down next to him and muttered a curse word under his breath.

"Loose something" said James.

"Yeah, some notes on a song" said JC continuing to fumble through his bag.

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