[ WP ] You arrive at the airport with a ticket on a time travelling plane .

He rushed through the crowd of people to the terminal, ticket in hand. His briefcase and coattail swing in rhythm with him as he weaves seamlessly through the maze of people. This flight was the most important flight of his life. But not for the reasons which he believed. Fly to Tokyo, close the deal, and earn the promotion that he had been chasing since he landed the job. He was oblivious to the fact that only one ticket was ever available, and it was destiny that he had acquired it. His life was about to change, drastically. 
 
 He arrived just as the clock above the attractive blonde in uniform taking tickets changed to his departure time. He panted heavily, and satisfyingly as he set his briefcase down and handed the ticket over with a grin. 
 
 `` Cutting this one close are n't you?'' she acknowledged, taking the ticket and punching commands into her computer. 
 
 He leaned on the counter obviously worn and out of breath. 
 
 `` You may delay, but time will not,'' he mustered out. 
 
 She paused and looked up enthused with his rebuttal. 
 
 `` Benjamin Franklin huh?'' she replied with a tilted head and a smile. 
 
 He was glad she caught the reference. 
 
 `` Yeah?'' he said surprised and still trying to catch his breath, `` I did n't think you would get that. Most people do n't.'' 
 
 She laughed knowing that she was being stereotyped. 
 
 `` Well I have another one for you Mr...'' she glanced down at the ticket. `` Fox is it?'' 
 
 `` Yes it is,'' he said leaning in closer, trying his best to come off suave. 
 
 `` Time, is but an illusion.'' she said handing the ticket back over with a smile. 
 
 `` Wow,'' he said taken aback a bit, `` well, that's pretty deep?'' 
 
 He took his ticket and headed through the ramp to his plane. His small talk with the attractive attendant took a turn for the worst when she decided to drop metaphysics on him. He was at the door when the attendant's voice echoed down through the hall. 
 
 `` It's Einstein!'' she hollered. 
 
 He nodded and continued on to the plain. `` That still does n't mean it's true,'' he whispered to himself in consolation. 
 
 He found his seat in near the front of coach in the aisle and sat down. He was too wrapped up in his head to realize that something was amiss. It was dead quiet. No one else was on this plane. He got up and looked around. No other passengers or flight attendants were in sight. He looked down at the ticket in his hand. The woman must have made a mistake, and he would be glad to one-up here. He grabbed his suitcase and began to head back for the terminal, then the plane's door hissed into the lock position. He froze in place. Fear and panic crept on. He stood with his ticket in front of him and looked over both shoulders. This can not be happening. 
 
 `` You look lost!'' said a voice near the back of the cabin. There was middle-aged African-American sitting alone. Dressed in all black with a leather jacket, he was bald and wore a precisely trimmed full goatee. He was n't there just a second ago? I could n't have missed him. He rose out of his seat and started to approach him. 
 
 `` But I can assure you, that you're not,'' he stated. 
 
 Mr. Fox was stunned in his place still facing the closed door with his ticket, looking at the man from his shoulder. He had obviously stumbled on to the wrong plane and this was all a misunderstanding. That blonde had made a huge mistake. 
 
 Mr. Fox opened his mouth but found that his voice no longer resided in his throat. The man was approaching closer. He was trying to speak, explain himself, but nothing was coming out. He swallowed hard and managed to speak. 
 
 `` Mister,'' he stammered with a nervous forced smile, `` I-I do n't know who you think I am but I-I-I'm just going to Tok --'' 
 
 `` Are YOU Mr. Fox?'' He stood next to him with his hands behind his back. 
 
 `` Yes, b-b-but this is n't my flight there should be more Asians on this pl --'' 
 
 `` Then this IS your plane.'' He kept a straight face, `` *Now. * You have been chosen, for reasons that I am not aware,'' he looked him up in down in disappointment, `` but that's none of my goddamn business. What *is* my business, is that you know what the hell is going on and what you're doing here.'' 
 
 Mr.Fox still stood facing the door. He began to shake, hoping that it was n't noticeable. 
 
 `` So, what am I doing here?'' 
 
 `` Mr. Fox, this is n't a 747. This ai n't even Air Force One. It's better. You are standing in the hull of the world's very first time machine,'' he held his arms out in display of all the empty seats in front of them. Mr. Fox was actually comforted by the outlandish claim from the man. At least he was n't a hostage or dead. His fear started to drown away as the outcome of the situation became even more inconceivable. 
 
 `` Time machine,'' he said almost with a chuckle now, `` Okay, so where in time are we actually going then?'' 
 
 The man in the leather jacket flinched and went bug-eyed at the word'we'. 
 
 `` We? Ai n't no we motherfucker? It's you,'' he stuck his finger into his chest, `` and wherever the fuck this tells you to go.'' 
 
 He handed him a manilla envelope and began to walk away. 
 
 `` Wait, that's it? I do n't know how to fly a plane? I do n't know if I can even believe you?'' 
 
 `` That ai n't my fuckin' problem now is it?'' he said as he turned a corner into the rear of the plane. 
 
 Mr. Fox heard a door swoosh open and close. And all was quiet again. He looked at the envelope in his hand and walked to the cockpit. He sank into the pilot's chair and looked out of the window onto the airport. A robotic voice snapped him out of his day-dream. 
 
 `` Please enter coordinates.'' 
 
 He ran his hand up and down the envelope unknowing of what to expect. He turned it over and undid the string. Out came a single piece of paper. He looked at the words and numbers centered in the middle. 
 
 
 `` Oh you got ta' be shitting me.''
