As soon as we arrived at the airport, we made our way immediately to the boarding gate to check in for our flight. I bring the car to a halt so that I may do some research on the matter. "Hun, can you be more specific about the issue?" His Mayer asks, exhibiting an air of apparent anxiety. In all of my years on this planet, I have never once set foot inside of an aircraft. I came very close to saying it in a whisper, but I was certain that he could hear my voice even at that volume. He greeted the kid with a smile on his face and informed the boy, "Well child, it's the finest." He tells me this while placing his hand on my back and guiding me in the direction of the aircraft. Throughout this whole exchange, he has his finger on my back. The teeny-tiny roar that Little Adam puts out startles me. I am scared by it. He gave off the impression that he was concerned about what I was saying. On the other hand, His Majesty decides to ignore him and keeps driving me to the airport despite the