Katherine looked over her sleeping brother and attempted to glance out the window of the plane, which was, unfortunately, being covered by the drawn down window shield. Being one to not like contained spaces (she was claustrophobic. Give her a break), she had gladly taken the aisle seat, as it did not give her as much of a cramped feeling as sitting near the window would have. Now though, she wished she had taken the window. She awkwardly strained her neck and part of her torso over her brother's sleeping form and slowly pulled the window shield up, revealing the outside world. Clouds. And more clouds. Clouds in all direction, all around. She noticed that it was rather dark outside, with the clouds reflecting the glow of the moon up above. Slumping back into her seat without closing the window shield, she fidgeted for a while, counting seconds as so to pass time. Airplanes and her did not like to get along.

She took a glance at the screen in front of her, and saw on the map showing the plane's journey, that the plane was getting near the LAX, with less than an hour until landing. Finally. Katherine didn't think she could stand the human death trap any longer. An announcement blared from the speakers on the plane, alerting it's occupants that it was preparing for landing, and for those straddling in the aisles to head back to their seats. It was beginning to descend.

The airplane passed through the mass of clouds, and in the distance, Katherine saw lights beginning to flicker on. It seemed a only a couple of lights at first, but as the plane decreased in altitude, Katherine saw that what had seemed at first to be a few lights be the many lights of a busy city, clumped together, becoming a singular bright light on the horizon. It was breathtaking, to say the least. Breathtaking and beautiful. It made Katherine, for a single moment, forget about her uncomfortableness in closed spaces, her irritableness of being locked up in an airplane for so long. The inky blackness of the surrounding lands made the city lights seem like the stars up above, pinpricks of light all around.

It was beginning to get rocky, plane turbulence starting up, so Katherine turned away from the window, grappling for the air bag sitting in the seat pocket in front of her. She didn't want to throw up her breakfast (Katherine made it a rule to never eat within 6 hours of a plane trip), and although chances where that all that would come up would be bile, she didn't want to take any chances. After all, who wanted to risk getting drenched by their own throw-up? Katherine opened the bag, and set it on her lap, an easy arm's reach away for if she was to need it. After all that, Katherine turned her head back toward the window.

It seemed like her brother had chosen that moment to awaken, so Katherine pointed out the lights below to him. With both their heads peering out the window, they could see the lights, the beautiful lights, glistening and glimmering below.

Overhead, an announcement was made to alert the plane's occupants that the airplane was beginning it's decent. Finally. Finally.

Soon, the buildings were becoming distinguishable, with back yards and streetlight a visible from the descending plane. They were getting near landing. With a large rumble, the plane touched ground on the LAX runway. The plane drove across to the unloading area, and stopped. An announcement to the plane passengers that they had successfully landed and could begin unboarding came on. Katherine stood up, stretched her legs, and, after a couple of hustles and bustles, was out of the plane and breathing fresh Californian air. The customs line were a huge bother, but sooner or later, she and her family were through and on their way home.

Katherine counted the electricity poles passing by as the car drove past them on the freeway. After nearly two hours of driving, Katherine began to recognize the places she had often seen in her exploits around Her hometown. The car turned off the freeway into a smaller road. Home at last.