He hated the look on her face, the one of worry. He pressed his hand to her cheek and gave her a look. One that said "Don't worry," but he knew she will. And then there was the fact that he had just killed. It weighed heavy in his gut, but there were more important matters.

They arrived at the airport quickly. Arthur helped Ariadne out of the car, being careful so that she wouldn't cut herself on the glass. Vivienne got out as well and came around to the other side. "Call me when you land?" She asked. Arthur nodded.