you step onto a plane to London and try to find your seat. Eventually you find your seat next to a tall brown haired young man in the aisle. Worst of all was that it was the middle seat. You crawl over the man and finally get into your seat and you place the bag under the seat in front of you. The flight takes off and a few hours pass. You suddenly find yourself falling asleep and slowly leaning against the young man’s shoulder. Atticus realizes and looks at you with a confusing gaze