Mury tilted her head, "Who do you know at a therapist and what kind of therapist is it?" She asked sensing his unease she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"It's my, 10 year old Nephew. His sister is dead. He doesn't speak to anyone. Only his mom. He was there when they kidnapped her."

Mury couldn't help but feel bad for even asking. "Oh...." She said simple trying to come up with a way to change subjects. Luckily for her a Flight attendant came over and asked them, "Good evening, would you like anything for the flight? Pillows? Blankets?"

"I'll just take a drink. You?" Aiden asked Mury.

Mury shook her head, "Nothing for now thank you." The attendant turned back to Aiden and asked "What drink would you like?" Mury leaned her head back ready to get some sleep.

"Whiskey." He said. He gave the lady a smile. And waited till she left.

The attendant smiled and left them alone while she got the drink. Mury woke up a little and asked while yawning "So what's the plan once we get there?" She tried to stay awake for the answer but she fell asleep and her head landed on Aiden's shoulder. The attendant came back and smiled at them and handed Aiden his drink.

"Thank you, and can you get a blanket?" Aiden asked.

The attendant still smiling grabbed an extra blanket from one of the other attendants as she passed by. "Will that be all, sir?" She asked quietly to not wake the woman (Mury) up.

"Yes, Thank you." Aiden said with a smile. He grabbed the blanket. And put it on Mury. He smiled.