Natasha, Alona and I board a plane, returning from somewhere. It is spacious inside, not like a normal plane, and the seats are rather uncomfortable and non-ergonomic plastic buckets. We seat ourselves along a wall and try to make ourselves comfortable. Natasha leans on me. Alona lets slip that she might be more comfortable sitting with her boyfriend, who is apparently also on the flight. I jump up with "aha! I knew you had a boyfriend!"

Then I ask Natasha about our seat numbers, and apparently we're in the wrong spot. We move to other seats in the corner. I have a pile of baggage pushed into the corner, and it occurs to me that I've forgotten to bring anything back for the family. Oh well, our trip was only three days and was very busy, so it seems they'll understand.

The light go out, and a movie starts playing on the TV's that each of us have in front of us. It's oddly silent for the first few minutes. Then I realize that we're supposed to put on the headphones, and point this out to the girls. My seat happens to have two sets of headphones, of different types - perhaps one left by a pervious occupant - so I try them both out, testing for sound quality.