"Well, that's nice anyway," Shadow said; "Not too much worse than what's a human would generally expect from a transatlantic flight- the tacky businessman with bad breath or the ten year old kid who wants the window seat but has to get up twenty times to go to the bathroom."

Shadow quite liked flying, actually, and his experiences were usually very pleasant. But, as with all traveling, things like that did tend to come up from time to time.

By this time they'd reach the end of the manor driveway. "The bus stop's that way," he told her, pointing off to the left.

((Shall we move 'er to Outside Omens and pick up their adventures already at the shopping mall?))