Jess stood in reception where she had agreed to meet Billy at 1.
“Hello!” He said cheerily. He looked at the surrounding floor.
“Where's your luggage?”
“It all got blown up, remember?”
“Oh.” Billy apologetically shut up.
“Now all I've got is �7.60 and a 'Lord Of The Rings' playing card with hobbits on it.” There was a silence. “Thanks again for that.”
“I saw it and I thought of you.” Billy looked around. “I told the boys to come down to say bye. Typical they're late.” He tutted.
Suddenly the lift pinged and three hobbits fell out and rolled around on the marble floor. Dom picked himself up and ran over with a suitcase.
“Hello!”
“Ooh, hello!”
“Hi!”
“No luggage?” Dom asked Jess.
“What is this? I'm not a stereo-typical woman, you know.”
“Right.” Said Elijah. There was a silence.
“Yes, right.” Jess repeated. There was another silence. “ARE you going to say goodbye to me or am I just going to go?” She asked, annoyed.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Dom came over and tried to hug her.
“NO, YOU BLOODY IDIOT! YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!” Jess exploded. “Honestly. Dads.”
Elijah gave her a hug she tried hard not to enjoy (Ruby would kill her). Then Sean gave her a hug and it was time to go.
Billy, Dom and Jess headed for the front doors of the hotel. A taxi was parked outside. The lads had just put their cases in when Jess, with a cry of:
“HE'S SO CUDDLY!” Fled back into the hotel, nearly knocked Sean over whilst giving him a bear hug, then sped back out, leapt into the taxi next to Billy and Dom and said calmly: “Drive on.”

“So where am I taking you?” The driver asked after they had turned the corner.
“Erm…Glasgow.” Billy replied.
“WHAT?” The driver and Jess asked at once.
“Glasgow? Big city in Scotland. Near Aberdeen…ish. Can't miss it.” Billy replied.
“You do realise that's a 6, 7 or maybe even 8 hour drive?” Jess said to him, aghast.
“Well…I couldn't get us a flight.”
“Oh dear God.”
“Don't worry,” Said Dom. “We can keep each other entertained.”
“Heehee…you said 'Ent'.” Billy giggled. They both burst into laughter.
“Oh, dear GOD.”

4 and a half hours later, Billy and Dom were playing a game where each had to try and spell their names out by spotting the letters on car number plates.
“I only need a Y and I'm done!” Billy cackled.
“TWO y's.” Dom reminded him.
“No, I spelt my full name.”
“Oh.”
“Didn't you?”
“Erm…no.”
“DOM! We'll have to start again, now-“
“NO!” Jess suddenly screamed. “You are NOT starting again!”
“Ok.” There was a silence. Then:
“I spy with my little eye…” Began Dom.
Jess opened the window, stuck her head out and tried to roll the glass up again. Then she saw a Land Rover go past with a poodle doing precisely the same thing minus the window shutting. She pulled her head back in and thought better of it. She should have brought a book or something.
“Ok, get out.” Suddenly the taxi turned off the motorway and into a service station.
“What?”
“I can't be bothered to go any further.” The taxi driver exclaimed. “You're 30 miles from the border of Scotland, make your own way there.” The taxi sped off leaving the three of them and their small amount of luggage on the tarmac outside a Little Chef. Jess started to cry.
“Let's get something to eat.” Dom suggested.
Jess cried even harder.
“Don't cry!” Dom hugged her. “They might have chicken Caesar salad…”
Jess stopped crying – hope was good enough for her.