Away

He refreshed her glass and she thanked him. "Ready?" he asked, smiling. "Almost," she replied, taking a sip and a moment to reposition herself. "You?" "So very, yes," he said (sitting down in the armchair next to hers). "Where to?" she asked. "Antarctica," he replied. "The right blend of desolate and fascinating; the crush of humanity is getting on my nerves. You?" "Victorian England," she shared, grinning. "Gonna corset up and change the world." He extended his hand. "Return to me?" She took it and nodded "yes". They blew a kiss to each other, opening their books, and then they were away.