The flight got delayed, though, and she ended up curled in an uncomfortable airport chair, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep since she never could manage on planes, one of the roadies’ leather jackets slung over her like a blanket. There were a couple of other girls along but she could tell they were just groupies, trophy-hunters; not Band-Aides. Penny and Sapphire had trained her well: she could always tell the difference.
She must have dozed off, though, because she awoke to a pair of hands shaking her gently. It took her a second to focus, but she knew almost instantly she wasn’t in the airport. No plasticky chairs, none of the entourage. “H’lo?” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Where am I?”