Quarentine: Part Four.
Trembling and obviously having bad dreams, as he was whimpering in his sleep, the flight attendant deemed it best to wake him because he looked so sad and she didn't want that to happen to him anymore. Shaking him awake, he jolted and then calmed when her face leaned down to his with a comforting smile; that's all he wanted, was a comforting smile from someone.
"Mr. Farrell, sir? There's a call for you. Would you like to take it?" she asked rather sweetly.
"Yes. Thankyou." he grunted as he pushed himself up in his comfortable leather chair, as she handed him the phone she also gave him some food and something to drink.
He was starting to enjoy this, "Hello?" he asked quizically, confused on who would want to call him or who would know he's here.
"Mr. Farrell, sir? There's a call for you. Would you like to take it?" she asked rather sweetly.
"Yes. Thankyou." he grunted as he pushed himself up in his comfortable leather chair, as she handed him the phone she also gave him some food and something to drink.
He was starting to enjoy this, "Hello?" he asked quizically, confused on who would want to call him or who would know he's here.