[Harry's stomach does a little flip at her mention of time. Six, maybe seven hours? The longest flight he's ever been on was only five, and that was inside of a safe aircraft.
Six, maybe seven hours. And he sure as hell didn't see any sort of saddle on that thing.
He manages to keep a neutral expression in spite of his reborn anxiety and nods.]
Sounds like a plan.
[As he bends to retrieve his pack and shoot Waldo a stern you better behave look, he's smacked with something like déjà vu. Our sheriff can count on one hand the number of times in recent memory he so easily surrendered the wheel to someone else: when Coop rolled into Twin Peaks, and now.
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Six, maybe seven hours. And he sure as hell didn't see any sort of saddle on that thing.
He manages to keep a neutral expression in spite of his reborn anxiety and nods.]
Sounds like a plan.
[As he bends to retrieve his pack and shoot Waldo a stern you better behave look, he's smacked with something like déjà vu. Our sheriff can count on one hand the number of times in recent memory he so easily surrendered the wheel to someone else: when Coop rolled into Twin Peaks, and now.
And he's sure that's probably no coincidence.]