Insert Chassis Albuquerque: The Butterfly Effect - Chapter 9: "Landing"

The Butterfly Effect - Chapter 9: "Landing"

About 3 miles out they were put into an unusual holding pattern - upside down with the emergency slides deployed. It all must’ve got to the nurse a little suddenly. She engaged in a mild degree of physical intimacy with herself, the kind of intimacy that left people uncomfortable  but still interested enough to want to stick around and see what happens next.
“Don't worry, it's totally harmless for the person touching themselves, you know how I know that?” she said.
Wolffe nodded.
“Yeah, you’re a nurse. You mind…?” Wolffe said to the small group that had gathered around them to watch; they sullenly dispersed.
“What you going to do?” Wolffe asked the nurse when she’d finished and they prepared for landing.
"I’ve a lot of pharmaceuticals from the hospital, I guess I’ll get high - extremely high," she said.
The thing about getting high is the higher you go the higher you get.
And then you want to keep it there - forever.
Which is impossible.
“Forever is a long, long time, lady - too long. So you don't want to do that alone,” Wolffe advised.
“I don’t go with drunks. I’m a nurse, remember…?” the woman said.
“ON BEHALF OF THE CABIN CREW, WE’D LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR FLYING WITH US TODAY. WE TRUST YOU HAD A PLEASANT FLIGHT AND WE’LL SEE YOU AGAIN SOON. THE TEMPERATURE WHERE WE LANDING IS 50° FAHRENHEIT AND THE LOCAL TIME is 17:20 - WELCOME TO DOWNTOWN TOKYO, NEW YORK…”
The airline gave Wolffe and the other passengers a coupon each for a soft-drink and free inflatable pillow as they disembarked, keeping quiet about the incident but being polite out of fear of litigation. Sensing opportunity (and a lotta cash), the passengers rallied one another in the airport terminal. Passengers were on pay-phones to lawyers and legal teams trying to establish some sort of aviation precedent. It must have come as a surprise to many of their lawyers to discover their clients, though initially thankful to be alive, had had a backbone after all.
Wolffe was in a weekend state.
This is not a typo, Wolffe really was in a weekend state - that meant he had a pressing need for a drink and wanted to go with the whores in Downtown Tokyo.
But he didn’t want to have to pay them.
So that just left drinking really.
“You anything to declare?” the customs officer asked.
“At some point life just seems to have got the better of me, officer. I don't know when, I don't know why but it seems to have just turned me around a little,” Wolffe said; security waved him on through disinterestedly.
Outside in front of the airport terminal in the semi, gloomy dark, looking out at the winter enclosing Downtown Tokyo, passengers complained.
“Why’d we have winter, what's its point?” they said, gesturing at the sky with gloved hands, waving winter caps angrily, yelling muffledly through thick, woolen scarves tied about throats for taxis or at children or at one another before dispersing in the murky light and heading home.
Wolffe hailed a taxi.
The taxi driver took one look and said: “Hey, man, you looking to get laid or into a fight…?”
“Either, but first I need a drink,” Wolffe said.
“This is Downtown Tokyo, pal, that’s all people do round here, drink,” the taxi driver said as Wolffe piled in and they sped off.