MARCH!?! Okay then...

I closed my eyes, and imagined. It was working, slowly.

'Focus on that image. Focus on the heat of the sand. Focus on the warmth of the sun.'

I took deep breaths, calming myself down.

'How do you feel?'

"A little better," I thought.

'Keep thinking about it.'

I gave a nod to myself again.

'Focus on the warmth you would feel there.'

I did so, starting to focus, one of my best abilities, for the most part. Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door. "Did they leave?" I thought frantically.

((Could the spy have left?))

((Sure))

I glanced around again, 'Yes, they did, shoot sorry I'm a horrible field agent.'

"No, it's fine, you were distracted. Give me a second." I opened my eyes and unslumped from the door. Luckily, I forgot to switch to occupied. I stepped to the side where the door would open so I would be hidden. This was about to get fun.

'I'm still a bad field agent, but thanks.'

I shook my thoughts of everything as the door opened, narrowly not slamming into me, and the man, the man that had watched me stepped in. He was big and burly, and looked like he was skilled.
I was better. He closed the door and I snuck behind him, locking it, and switching the sign to "occupied."

I sat back in my seat and waited keeping an eye on the people around me.

The guy heard the click and turned around. He was shockingly handsome, but I knew better than to let a little thing like that get in the way. He grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth that could blind you if reflected in the sun.
I cracked my knuckles. "Let's get this over with."

I started looking through the pamphlets in the pocket thing.

I'll admit, he was good, but it wasn't fair, he had a knife. I pushed him into the wall with his arms pinned, in an attempt to overpower him, but he overpowered me and threw me to the other wall, with his knife to my neck.
"Shame, why is it I always have to hurt the pretty ones?" He said in a slight mocking voice.

This was taking longer than normal...

I grinned at him. "Don't I get a final request?" I asked in a sweet, misleading, Posh British accent instead if my normal Cockney. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you, just capture you and your friend. Now, I don't think she was the girl sitting next to you, she's someone on the plane, isn't she?"
Not kill me? Hmm.

I stayed put I didn't have enough information or expierience, plus he never really looked at me so he probably doesn't know who I am.

I looked at my position. Right now, he was stronger than me, I couldn't exactly break free with a dagger at my throat. But, I got an idea, one, that unfortunately I had to use too many times, but it worked every one of them. Except this time, I got to play the birthday card.
"Well, since this is my last bit of... freedom, can't I get just one thing out of a very, very attractive guy my age, such as yourself."
Indeed, he only was 18 or 19-years old, and he had a good idea what I meant, but he didn't seem to buy it. "Please? It is my birthday after all," I pleaded.

I was getting close to walking back to the bathroom anyway, but she probably didn't want me too... 'Want me to freak him out?' I thought to Christine.

"Nope, I got it," I thought as the guy has a look on this face line be was thinking too.
"Well, only if you tell me your name," he said. "That's Christine. Christine Johansson," I said. "Cute name," he said. I clenched my fist. I hate it when people call me, 'cute.'
"My name is Michael," he said before removing the knife but pinning my wrists. He leaned down, I leaned up, but before we touched, I brought my knee up right into the perfect area. He gave out a whimper, dropping his knife and falling to his knees before me. I picked up the knife and moved it to the side before I pushed him onto his back and pinned him down.

'Alright.'

He still whimpered in pain as I tied him up. I pulled out my telaporter.