[b]Tom Porter[/b]

When Tom arrived at JFK airport, it was already well past sunset. Despite being a major airport, at this late hour there weren't very many people. He grinned to himself as he skipped the (albeit short) line and went straight to the plane, watching their envious gaze. [i]I could get used to this,[/i] Tom thought.

When he got his first glimpse of the plane, he had to admit that he was impressed, although he noted that there was no writing on the side to indicate who the plane belonged to. As he embarked, he glanced up to see a person watching him for the slightest of moments, before retreating into another compartment. Tom didn't get a good view of him, but he was definitely wearing a grey suit. Confused, he turned to the stewardess.

"Excuse me, but I thought this was a private flight?"

"Yes, sir. Only you and Mr.– another gentleman are on this flight," the stewardess responded, blushing furiously as she corrected herself. Tom shrugged. Although curious as to who was flying with him, he could tell that he wouldn't get any further explanations from her.

She showed him to his seat, and regaining her professionalism, gestured towards the staff area. "We have a wide variety of meals available, as well as beverages – coffee, fountain drinks, or if you are so inclined, we have plenty of alcoholic beverages as well. Would you like anything?"

[i]No way will I get wasted tonight. Drinking away one’s sorrows is for the weak![/i] Tom thought to himself.

Tom woke up several hours later at approximately 4:00 local time, with a killer headache and subtle stains on the carpeted floor that left no question about his actions last night. He groaned pathetically.

He went to the bathroom and did his best to make himself look somewhat presentable, noticing that the door to the other compartment was left open. The other passenger must have left a while ago, probably immediately after landing. Whatever – he probably wouldn’t see the man ever again, so the mystery will have to remain unsolved.

As Tom stepped off the plane, he was glad that he hadn’t made a mess of his clothes. Entering the waiting room, he saw that there were already two people sitting. One woman, and one man with quite the beard. Before long he turned his attention to the refreshments table – he had been told that he could help himself, and he certainly intended to. He considered pouring another glass of wine, but decided against it, opting for some coffee instead. Picking a seat at random, he sat down, twiddling a spoon around in his coffee. [i]This is going to be a long day,[/i] Tom thought wearily.