[center][color=66cdaa][h1][b]Bob[/b][/h1][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/zJYlBVi.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Paris
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] Mr. Lewis and the Scooby Gang
[u][b]Date:[/b][/u] March 15[sup]th[/sup][/center]

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Revealing the soft, brown eyes beneath his lid, the light shone in his eyes making him groan a little. Bob had followed Tas' lead in sleeping the whole flight, a smooth ride at least from his minimal experience in being in a vehicle. He realised why the doctor wore such comfortable clothing however, his tie was killing him. As he woke to the world, he almost jumped in his seat. A martini on a finely made oak table, the lavish windows and stewards dressed to the nines were things he would've never expected to wake up to. It took him a few seconds to register where he was, blinking wildly. Soon, he remembered the events of the last two weeks and smiled before yawning, stretching his arms and legs. He looked up towards one of the stewards and smiled once more. "[color=66cdaa]G'morning sir.[/color]" The steward responded in kind before telling him that they had landed in Paris.

He nodded before getting up from his seat and raised an eyebrow when he saw the empty seat in front of him. Noticing the subtle gesture for surprise, the steward was kind enough to tell him. "Ah yes, Mr. Thompson, Dr. Brinne has exited the plane already. We will take care of your bags so why don't you join the group outside?" He nodded once more, straightening his suit, dusting his shoulders and walked out of the door, thanking everyone for the wonderful flight.

He stepped down the stairs only to see the others outside. He waved and grinned widely, his eyes twinkling at the group, specifically at his compatriots in the plane. He excitedly shook the hands of Mr. Lewis, grin growing larger and larger. "[color=66cdaa]Thank you for this opportunity of a lifetime, Mr. Lewis![/color]" He gripped his hand tightly before moving onto each member before pausing at Claire. '[color=66cdaa][i]Told you Irish girls were hot as fu-[/i][/color]' the thought was crushed almost instantly but too late, his pause in shaking hands was very noticeable but he continued to shake Claire's hand, slowly and carefully.