The flight to Brussels is only an hour. Travis meets us at the airport.
“Dude!” I say when I see him at the rental car place. “Thanks for coming.”
“No worries, man. I wanted to get out of that castle before the king threw me in the dungeon as an accessory.”
My dad finishes renting the car and says to Travis, “So you believe all this, then, the kingdom and the curse, and that there’s a princess being held by a witch?”
Travis shakes his head. “I know it sounds like we’re smoking weed, Mr. O’Neill, but Scout’s honor, I saw it with my own eyes. And I had to help out because I feel sort of responsible, seeing as how we woke them up and everything.”
My dad nods. “It’s important to fulfill one’s responsibilities.” He looks at me.
“Can we go?” I say. “Talia could be getting stabbed to death with a spindle right now.”
I’m not really serious when I say it, but after the words come out, I sort of am. I want to see Talia again. I want her to be okay. And I want it to be now.