It was quite a miracle to think that an international flight could be found within twenty four hours. They had gone straight to the airline counter and Henry had started to barter, expecting that there were no seats available, but Michael had smoothly handed over the already booked tickets and the attendant had escorted them to the priority lounge to wait. Henry had misgivings about flying economy for the first time, but Michael had already been twenty paces ahead. Henry couldn't imagine how he could have known there would be a need to have a flight.
This quarantine is so depressing. I'm scared of starting a new novel in this mess, but I have to keep going. All good things must come to an end.