Inside, Jess munched on a chicken Caesar salad whilst Dom and Billy were surrounded by the biggest breakfast platters they could buy. Suddenly Billy's phone rang – it was Elijah.
“Hi! How are you?…yeah?…ok then, good to hear from you, bye!” Billy put the phone down. “He's home.”
“Already?!” Jess gasped.
“Concorde.” Billy explained.
Jess's scoffings of famous rich people were muffled by the chicken bits.
“What do we do now?” Asked Dom.
“Try and call another taxi?” Billy suggested.
“NO” Said Jess, who couldn't survive another game of 'I Spy'.
“Well, what do you suggest?” Dom asked her. “Hitch-hiking?” Jess snorted.
“In these heels?”
“Well how else are we going to get there? WALK?!”
“DON'T SHOUT AT ME!”
“I'LL TALK TO YOU HOW I DAMN WELL WANT, YOUNG LADY!”
“I'LL ELOPE!” Jess warned, grabbing hold of Billy's arm. “I'LL ELOPE WITH AN OLDER MAN THAT YOU DISAPPROVE OF!”
“YOU WOULDN'T DARE!”
“LOOK, you two…” Billy peeled Jess off his arm. “We need to think of a solution, so can we act like adults, please?”
Jess nodded and stuck her tongue out at Dom.
“I say we jog.” Dom said, ignoring Jess.
“NO.”
“Well, Jess doesn't like that idea much.” Billy said.
“Hang on…” Dom looked up and saw a plane flying low over their heads. “Is that an airport over there?”
His words were drowned out by the sound of the plane.
“WHAT?” Billy yelled over the noise.
“I SAID: IS THAT AN AIRPORT OVER THERE?”
“WHAT?” Jess screamed.
“I SAID:” The plane flew off. “IS THAT AN-“
“Ooh, is that an airport?” Billy pointed.
“I think you're right.” Said jess. “C'mon, Dom, stop shouting and hurry up.”
Dom gnashed his teeth before following them.

“Hi, can I have three tickets to Glasgow, please?”
“Why don't you just walk?” The lady serving them asked.
“Look, missy, I'd like three tickets, now.” Dom was starting to get really pissed off.
“Missy?”
“Yes, well you are a miss aren't you? Or should I look up your skirt?”
“WHAT?” The lady shrieked.
“Your skirt? That is assuming that you're wearing one…or maybe you're one of those modern feminist women wearing trousers…or maybe you're like Christina Aguilera…wearing NOTHING!” He tried to jump up on the desk.
“Excuse me, sir. I'd calm down if I were you.” Dom climbed off the desk after successfully finding that she was wearing a skirt. A policeman was holding onto his elbow. “I think we'll have a look in your luggage, shall we?” The policeman carted him off leaving Billy and Jess standing alone by the ticket counters.
“Oh, he does this EVERY TIME!” Billy muttered angrily, marching off towards the police interview room (he knew the way quite well by now).