John gripped the handles of the plane chair as the ground rushed to meet the jet's wheels. He never was one for landing. John grabbed his bags once the plane slowed to a halt and stepped down the stairs onto the black asphalt. He walked into the airport and past the security line and to the lobby, where Harrison had arranged a driver. He saw the man and walked up to him, flashing his student ID. "Ahhh Mr.Wayne," the driver said, following behind John. "Yes that's me," John said as he got into the black limo. "I assume Harrison has made the arrangements for my hotel," John said as he scrolled through his phone. "That he did. You'll be staying at the best hotel in New York City," the driver said as he sped towards their destination.