”...Seems like we’re going to have a beautiful flight towards...” He didn’t pay much attention to what the pilot said. After a certain amount of plane trips you don’t really pay attention to what the pilot tells you. Same thing happens when you use the train every day or the bus. Looking out the window he could see the airfield disappear beneath in a grey-blue morning fog.

“Well, I suppose we could have something drink”. She lifted her eyebrows “What is the point? You will get enough drink at the lunch, the dinner...” He interrupted her “Hold on, I did not mean alcohol. Paul, do we have any soda onboard?” Paul nodded “Yes sir, I think so.” He disappeared behind a brown wooden bar counter. A door was opened, a small clunk, something pouring out, a door being carefully closed and glasses being moved. “Here you go, sir”. He took a sip of the soda “Thank you Paul, you can go.” The doo was closed and a brief silence followed.

“So, what should we do for Christmas? Seems like Ted doesn’t have any plans, Robert says he isn’t brawling too hard with the Dixies and Eunice will most likely be there, like always. I’m guessing we’re going to stay at the same place, like we did last year” She smiled. He remembered last Christmas: The snow, the presents, the family. He looked forward to it, but he had to remind himself of not mention anything about work. Last time they ended up working, during the dinner, instead of relaxing and enjoying themselves.

A small cloud passed below the plane and he could see the fields below. Some were green, some yellow and some totally black. The interior of the plane was bathed in shadow and only light from the outside poured in. The wooden panels inside were vibrating from time to time. Looking out the window he saw a bird, an eagle, below the plane. Where was it going to? What was it looking for? Why? He watched the eagle circle around, dive below a cloud and then emerge above it. “Jack!!” He jumped.
Suddenly he noticed him. “Sir, I’m still not giving up on this. You might be the chief, but you can’t just throw around your only protection. First it’s the bubble top and now this.” The man sat down. “Roy, I understand that you’re concerned with my safety, but I need to see them. I can’t just sit protected like a paranoid king, you know that I need to improve my standing in this area and besides we should have enough protection.” Jack crossed his arms. Roy stared at him. Small wrinkles started to appear on his forehead, but he just shook his head. “... Fine...”

As soon as Roy had closed the door two men entered. “So you’re still not listening to them?” Jack smiled “No, but Lyndon, did bring the documents?” “I’ll leave you alone” Jacqueline went to other cabin. The second man opened his suitcase and gave him a document. “You just need to sign this.” And he gave Jack a pen. A few seconds later; “Here you go.” Jack handed him the signed document. “It’s only a draft, but hopefully we can implement it next year.” Lyndon nodded and smiled “Yes, hopefully we can.” The man left the room. “So, Jack, have you thought about what we’re going to do with the problem in the east?” “No, I’m still thinking about that one.” Jack looked out the window. The eagle was gone. It was most likely above them since the plan was relatively close to the ground. “Take care, Jack and watch your face out there.” Jack looked questioningly at him.

He looked outside again and saw a group of children and two old men with shotguns. They were all standing around a black and white figure that was lying on the ground. It was an eagle.

“...Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching the airfield, please....” He strapped himself into the seat, being careful not to mess up the blue suit. “Honey, you have something in your face.” Jacqueline had entered the cabin without him noticing. She wiped Jack’s face with a small towel, combed his hair and looked into his gray eyes. Something touched his lips.

The plane landed with a small bump. The door to the plane was opened. A huge crowd roared and cheered. A man came up the stairs and shook his hand “Welcome to Dallas, Mr President”.