The story so far is, Sadie, born and raised in Australia, found her grandma's diary after her mother's passing. Intrigued by the diary and her mother's German background, she's on her way to Germany to meet her family over there.
I let out a big sigh. The couple next to me is awake, so I take the opportunity to get up and stretch my legs. As I wander along the aisle and to the toilets, I keep my gaze firmly on the ground. After spending the last hour reminiscing my time with David only to curse him for leaving me because I’m apparently not mature enough (highly overrated anyway, if you ask me), I don’t really feel like finding Toby and have some guilt dumped on me as well. I look up for the toilet signs and curse some more as they’re all occupied. I do some quick maths in my head – I’m leaning against a seat in row thirty-eight, three seats each side, four in the middle ... nope, it’s not working. My head’s aching from the lack of sunshine, fresh air and some decent food. Point is, though, eight toilets (or are there some hidden ones?) are just not enough for an airplane this size.
When I lean back to check the “occupancy lights” again, I bump into a hard chest.