Young Neil stood at the airport, waiting at gate 12 for a plane to fly in. For some reason he dragged his friends along and didn't tell them why. "Neil, why are we here?" Stephen said in that tired voice of his. But Young Neil kept on staring at the gate with his hands held together. "Yeah, no offense dude, but do you mind telling us?" Ramona asked softly, with one hand on her bag strap. "I'm waiting." Young Neil said in that monotone, dull, soft tone of his. Everyone sighed at that.