Mortimer bit his lip as he scanned the anatomy of the shuttles from his shadowy corner. Now how to go about this...

He licked his hands hands again to ensure he wouldn't fall off the ceiling or something infuriatingly stupid like that, then crawled over to where one shuttle met the other. Looking around to make sure SPREAD staff were no where in sight, he dropped down onto the opposite side of where the passengers boarded, winced at the thump he made when he hit the metal, and proceeded to crawl under the shuttle.

A few minutes later, and he'd snuck through the ventilation systems and was hiding in the back corner, under one of the shuttle seats. With any luck, the ride would start soon and the staff would finish taking tickets and clear out, and [i]then[/i] he might be able to actually move into the seat, and nobody would bother him or ask him when he'd shown up.

He held his breath when he heard the two from earlier boarding, feeling somewhat anxious and having late second thoughts. He supposed phase two was a go.