The plane landed in Florida a few minutes later. Hannah stood up and shook the empty peanut packets off her lap.
“FETCH.” She told the air hostess, walking past.
“That's not very nice.” Chris commented. Hannah snorted.
“Not my problem, buster – you married me.”
They got off the plane and Hannah headed for the main building.
“Where are you going?” Asked Chris, holding open the door of a limo.
“Baggage claim? Customs?” Hannah asked.
“I'm a celebrity, Hannah. I don't DO baggage claim and customs.”
“Oh.”
Hannah got into the limo and Chris shut the door for her before getting in the other side (it took him 10 minutes to walk around the car).
“Radio? CD? MP3? DVD?” Chris asked her.
“C.H.A.M.P.A.N.G.E?” She asked.
“Oh. Yes.” Chris opened a hidden mini-bar and pulled out a bottle.
“Well. Here we are. Married.” Said Hannah, with a sigh.
“Yeah. I guess we should make sure we have no secrets or anything, 'cos that sort of thing can really screw up a relationship.” Said Chris.
“Well…what sort of secrets?” Asked Hannah.
“Well, we can start with out romantic pasts,” Said Chris. “I've had 2 serious girlfriends, Jenny and Kate. There we go, no secrets. Now you.”
Hannah took a deep breath.
“Well, there was Jimmy, and Daniel, and Ben for a while, and then Toby, but he was a bit of a geek, then that fling with Austin, but that meant nothing, and then Zane and Brandon and Kelly…but not much happened with Kelly.”
There was a silence. Chris opened his mouth to speak but Hannah got there first.
“And then there was Otto and that incident with Otto's dad in the wood and then Orlando and Colin, I guess…”
Hannah took a deep breath.
“So…no secrets.” She smiled and kissed Chris on the cheek. “Champagne?”
“Erm…yeah.” Said Chris, dazed.
The limo drove on for a while.
“Where are we going?” Hannah suddenly asked.
Chris turned slowly to look at her. “I thought you knew.”
“What do you mean you thought I knew? It was you that ordered the bloody limo.”
“Did not!” Chris said.
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!!!”
“Shut up Chris.”
“Did to- oh.” Chris shut up.
“Well why the hell did you get in this limo in the first place?!” Hannah snapped.
“You were the one who walked towards it!”
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
Hannah sighed. They'd only been married 7 hours (1 ignoring the time zone difference) and their conversations were already going around in circles.
“Well where are we going?”
“I'll ask the driver.” Chris scooted up the leather seats to the dividing window and knocked. After there was no reply he called: “Excuse me? Are you aware that we're in your cab.” There was a short silence then a reply came in the form of a deep male voice.
“Yes.”
“Ok. Well where are you taking us?” There was another break.
“Can't tell you.”
“Could you drop us here please?”
“No.”
Chris shrugged and Hannah panicked.
“We've been kidnapped!!”
There was a moments silence then the driver replied: “Yes.”
“Oh my God!” Said Hannah, clinging onto Chris's arm. “Do something! Save me! SAVE ME!”
“Why don't you do something to save me?!” Chris exclaimed, fed up of being the tough guy.
“Look, it's OK. It's OOOOKAY.” Hannah calmed herself. “All we have to do is quietly open the door and roll out. He'll never notice.”
Hannah slowly slipped over to the door and opened it.
They were travelling along a motorway – fast – and the ground whipped along beneath them.
“I ain't jumping out of there!” Chris exclaimed, reaching over and pulling the door shut.
“We've got to!” Hannah hissed at him. “We may not get another chance!” She reached over and opened the door again. She looked down at the road and squeaked. “Hmm…” She shut the door, “Maybe you were right.”
“No, come on, Hannah, you said yourself – we may not get another chance to escape.” Chris put a hand on her arm. “We can do this – together.” Hannah smiled.
“Yeah, you're right.” She grasped the door handle determinedly. “Oh.”
“What?”
“It's locked.”
The dividing screen whirred down.
“Nice try.”
The guy wound the screen back up.
Hannah took her left boot off and tried to put the stiletto heel through the window. “Damn tinted windows.” She huffed.
Chris pulled out his mobile. “Ben!” He screamed in excitement. “Turn James Brown down mate, this is really important…Seriously mate, I've been kidnapped-“
Hannah kicked him.
“-We've been kidnapped. Our plane was diverted to Florida and now we're in a very plush limo and the doors are locked…oh, ok, bye.”
Hannah looked at him inquisitively.
“He had to go, he said he'd ring back in a minute.”