Meanwhile, Patrick Sanders was getting the closest flight to Nashville. 12:00 p.m. was the closest time. He looked at the clock. 11:00 a.m. If he left right now, he'd be there by 11:50 a.m. But then he wouldn't be able to pack. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, his laptop (which was conveniently in his laptop bag), and left.
* * *
He hated planes. Despised them. No, that was even an understatement. But driving was no better. And this was the first time he'd loved somebody since the death of his wife.
* * *
Patrick got off the plane, thankful for the solid ground beneath him. He saw many women with signs that had different people's names on it. Then he realized something. Sarah had no idea when he was supposed to get there. He got on the computer and sent her a message. Luckily she was on still.
Awesome234: I'm at the airport.
He logged off.