Noah and Kyra sat down in a seat towards the middle of the plane. During the time it took for everybody else to get there and situated, Kyra thought about earlier the same day;
Kyra couldn't shake the feeling that they were being followed as she and Noah walked down the old road that used to be paved, but fell in great disrepair when the power went out. Every time they walk down the road she fantasizes about what it had once looked like. Smooth, black ribbons that connect the people of the planet. She had also tried to imagine what cars looked like when they had electricity, but to no avail. It was too long ago, and the only descriptions of them she could get were vague and dull. She stumbled on a rock, as she had not been paying attention. She looked back behind them, scanning for any changed detail, something that would prove she was right, but even if she had a magnifier she wouldn't see any differences in the winding road. "I still can't shake the feeling that we're being watched." she said.
"Suuure." Noah replied to this. She didn't have any proof that they were. "Do you feel it in your gut?" he said mockingly.
Kyra gave him a light, playful shove. "Come on, have I ever been wrong before?"
"Hmmm, Like when you thought that somebody was listening in to our conversation after we saw those kids running from the cops-"
"That doesn't count."
"It was a Teddy bear behind a garbage can." he countered. "How could that be 'watching us'? It was even missing an arm and an ear."
"Besides that."
"When you-"
"It wasn't literal! Fine then have it your way." she dropped the subject.
Kyra snapped back to the present when people started talking.