Five minutes later there was a tap at the door.
"Come in!" Hannah called from sitting on the sofa where herself and Jess were watching 'Home Alone'.
The door opened and the porter boy entered, pushing in front of him what could only be described as an extremely large crate on wheels, filled to the top with food, complete with one roast suckling pig on the top.
"Right, the pig's for you J, the rest is mine." Informed Hannah, standing up and stretching. "Christmas makes me hungry." She paid the porter who left quickly.
"Yummers." Jess nabbed the pig and began searching the room for cutlery.

"Ok," Hannah pointed at a board with a long stick. "We have T minus 5 days until Christmas and our party. So we have to get from here," she pointed at a dot labelled 'LAS VEGAS', "To here." She pointed at a dot labelled 'HOME'. "Any questions?"
Jess raised a hand.
"Yes, you, at the back."
"Yeah, uh…I was just wondering how you propose we actually get from here to there." Jess pointed out.
"Oh. Well…that part of the plan is still being formulated." Hannah said.
"You haven't worked that bit out yet, have you?"
"Er…no."
Jess put her head in her hands.
"Ok. So, we have to get across the US and the Atlantic in five days." Jess said. "Easy. Fab."
"It'll be FINE." Hannah assured her. "We just need to be positive."
"What if we can't get a flight tomorrow?"
"We WILL."
"What if we don't?"
"We WILL!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" Jess yelled, crossly.
"YES I DO! I'M PSYCHIC GODDAMN YOU!" Hannah yelled.
Jess fell silent.
"Now, go to bed and we'll talk about this on the plane." Hannah ordered.
"If we catch one-"
"I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO TAKE MY BELT TO YOU, YOUNG LADY!"

"Jess?"
Jess turned around.
"Ooh! Sean! Hello!" Jess rapidly tidied her appearance. "H-how are you?"
"I'm fine…um…I've…I've got something to tell you."
"Yeah…?"
"I've…I've left my wife."
"Oh."
"Yeah. And…and my child. And any other commitments I might have had that could have disabled me from being single."
Jess gulped.
"Blimey."
"Yeah…So…I was wondering…"
"Yeah…?"
"Would you…"
"Yes?"
"Would you…"
"YES?"
"Would you-"
"JESS!"
Jess opened her eyes to see Hannah standing over her.
"Wha-"
"Get up! We have to go to the airport." Hannah leapt up and ran off to get breakfast. Jess sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"You…BITCH!"

"…And…$1,500 for you…" Hannah dealt out the money to the Receptionist. "Come on J, let's go."
Hannah dragged Jess out of the hotel and down the steps to the road.
"TAXI!" Hannah held out an arm.
The taxi she had been watching getting closer zoomed past her.
"Huh," Hannah laughed nervously. "Just a glitch…" She held out an arm again which consequently almost got ripped off by a passing taxi.
"Arse." Jess exclaimed. "Here, let me try…" She brandished a sign saying: "TAXI!" from her pocket and hopped into the road. All the taxis swerved around her.
"Oh for God's sake!" Hannah leapt into the road and took on taxi, trying to rugby tackle it. She only succeeded in getting caught in the grill and being pushed up the road. Jess ran and grabbed onto the radio aerial at the back of the taxi.
"Right – hang on tight!" She yelled, as they were dragged off down the road.