Cecelia looks up from her book, which is about medieval weaponry, at the old man next to her. Letting out a sigh, she responds to his question. [color=00aeef]"Grandpa, it's only been four hours. It's an eight hour flight. I'm sure you can do the math. And stop making the stewardesses uncomfortable. It's rude to stare."[/color] Cecelia sighs, shakes her head, and returns to her book, muttering about how they're even related.