Sadie contemplatively stares out the window of an airplane. || Person Sitting Next to Her: So what brings you to Cleveland? || Sadie: If you disturb my contemplation again, I will have Bjorn, my bodyguard, decapitate you the moment we get off the plane and through customs and find our checked baggage and Bjorn gets his sword out of his suitcase and out of the several layers of padding he very carefully used so that his sword would not get damaged. || Person Sitting Next to Her: Why isn’t Bjorn sitting with you? || Sadie: He, too, wanted the window seat. We fought over this. We could not compromise. He is sitting one row behind us, taking terrible pictures of clouds using his phone.
