January 3, 2364

Grace knew that we were leaving very soon, and in the last couple days she'd redoubled her efforts for me to take her out flying. The problem was, we hadn't flown out in the Cerulean Comet this year, as it was too small for a three person trip to Earth. I finally decided to look for a proper airfield, to see if I could get my hands on a biplane to take Grace up in. Eventually I found one down in Mississippi, and when Travis and Wendy found out the plan, they both wanted to go up with me too. Blue's staying behind, and implied he was going to wander and see the sights in Boston while we're gone. Travis laughed when I wished him good sex on the way out the door.