“Gee,” Charlie said. “This part of Kansas really has a lot of cornfields. I don’t come here often.”

Paul was driving, and his friend Man Chung was in the passenger seat. Louise sat behind him, and Charlie sat behind Paul, who wore a purple shirt. They were cruising down Kansas 10 Highway.

“Are you sure you should be smoking that?” Charlie asked Louise. “I think you’ve had enough. Will you please put that pipe away?” She frowned at Louise, who continued to smoke.

“Get over it Charlie,” she retorted. “We leave college for five minutes and suddenly you ‘wanna go back to Boring 101. Why don’t you smoke the peace pipe with me?”

Charlie, frowning, pushed the pipe away. Staring at Louise, she wondered about the young woman’s sanity. But beyond Louise, the cornfields slowly began to disappear. The frown grew on Charlie’s face as she turned and looked out her window. The car was leaving the ground. Wings extended, car tires folded in, and cover panels dropped.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Charlie screamed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Man Chung chimed in: “Paul, Charlie is having issues.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!” Charlie screamed. She was now screaming at the top of her lungs. “Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Paul had sort of a cool, relaxed Kansas way about him. Nothing seemed to bother him.

“Fasten your seatbelt,” he told Man Chung.

“Don’t need it,” Chung said. “I designed this thing, remember?”

Charlie continued screaming. Paul glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

“I built it,” he said. “Remember that?”

“Charlie are you sure you wouldn’t like to try the peace pipe? It’s wonderful for nerves.” Louise offered her the pipe. Charlie looked at it momentarily and then started screaming again. Some people don’t adjust well to flying.

“Lighten up,” she told Charlie. Charlie screamed faster. “You know Charlie, you’re really the Queen of Boring 101. I’ve flown in this thing before. Nothing to worry about. Charlie?”

“Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!!!”

Man Chung looked out the window. “What are we, about 5,000 feet now?” He was cool under fire. Nothing phased him. “Maybe 8,000? I can see little cars down there. Probably the cops. That looks like the mayor walking out of City Hall. That looks like a church. We’re still over Kansas, right?”