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years. We’ve had a lot of time to study up and prepare.’
    â€˜Too much time,’ added Dillon.
    â€˜Okay,’ said Flick. ‘Just remember that I’m here should you change your mind and want to ask anything.’ She settled back in her seat.
    â€˜I guess this must be kinda boring for you,’ said Dillon, trying to make conversation. ‘Kind of like babysitting.’
    â€˜If you think babysitting is boring, it probably means that you’ve never tried it!’said Flick with a little laugh. ‘Babysitting my nephews is like trying to arrange a meditation session in the middle of a war zone. Anyway, in this line of work, boring is good. The non-boring flights are usually emergency situations.’
    â€˜Do you get many boring flights?’ asked Mum, joining in.
    â€˜Actually, yes.’ Flick leaned forward, obviously happy to talk. ‘Well, I don’t like to think of them as boring. Even if my nursing skills aren’t required on a flight, I still get to meet interesting people.’ She smiled at Dillon as she said this. ‘The RFDS do quite a lot of transfer flights. People being taken from one hospital to another. I suppose most of those could be described as routine rather than boring. The patient is often in a stablecondition and we’re just getting them to a specialist. But we’d still have to do obs.’
    Dillon looked quizzically at her.
    â€˜Sorry. “Obs” is short for observations. It’s nurse talk. It means checking things like blood pressure, heart rate, temperature. But in your case, I don’t need to really do anything. It’s more of an aerial taxi service because we’re the only plane free at this time of night at such short notice.’
    â€˜We’re very thankful that you are available,’ said Mum, rather more earnestly than needed.
    Dillon pondered what would have happened to him if there was no RFDS. It didn’t bear thinking about.
    â€˜Just doing our jobs,’ Flick assured them with a warm smile.
    Dillon yawned.
    â€˜Perhaps you should get some sleep,’ suggested Flick. ‘You look pretty tired. And we’ve still got about an hour and twenty minutes before we get there.’
    â€˜I don’t think I can,’ said Dillon. ‘Too nervous.’
    â€˜And I’m certainly not going to nap,’ added Mum.
    â€˜Couldn’t hurt to try,’ said Flick.
    â€˜How old are your nephews?’ asked Mum, wanting a conversation to distract her.
    â€˜Four and seven,’ answered Flick.
    Then the two of them were off on an in-depth discussion about how wonderful little kids were and about how they grow up too fast and about all the cute things they did before growing up too fast.
    Boring.
    Dillon closed his eyes as the voices droned on.

    There was a voice in the distance that sounded like it was talking through a loudspeaker.
    Dillon opened his eyes.
    â€˜Hello there, sleepyhead,’ said Flick. ‘Good to see you took my advice. We’re not far now. Perfect time to wake up – Igor just asked if you wanted to come into the cockpit.’
    â€˜Yeah!’ Dillon tried to spring from his seat, forgetting his belt. ‘Ooooph!’ His face heated up with embarrassment as he unbuckled himself and made his way to the end of the cabin.
    â€˜Hi,’ said Dillon, looking into the cockpit.
    â€˜Hi yourself,’ answered Igor. ‘Have a sit.’
    Dillon manoeuvred his way into the seat next to Igor. It was padded and more comfortable than the one he had in the cabin. He gazed at the instrumentation in front of him – a confusing array of switches, dials, knobs, lights, displays. And two steering wheels – one for each seat.
    â€˜Um, shouldn’t you have a co-pilot?’ asked Dillon nervously.
    â€˜He was late so I left without him,’ answered Igor.
    â€˜What?’ Panic leaped up into Dillon’s