While the whole confrontation was going on in London, Sara and Brooke were at Port Charles Airport waiting to board flight 166.
B: "Sara, are you sure about this. I mean Sonny told you to stay here, don't you think he had his reasons?"
S: "Of course he had his reasons. He thinks I'm a kid that will get in the way. I have to go. I have to help, I'm not some kid."
B: "Sara, I don't know, I mean he told Ma to make sure you stayed here."
S: "I know what he told your Ma. I just don't agree. If your parents were in trouble would you want to sit and do nothing to help?"
B: "I guess I would be wanting to help, but..."
S: "So you know what I'm feeling, so are you coming or not?"
B: "I'm not letting you go alone, so I'm coming."
S: "Good, because it's our turn to board." She said as she gave the door attendant her ticket. Brooke handed hers to the attendant as well.
Attendant: "Have a nice flight."
B&S: "Thanks."
Moments later the girls were sitting in their seats. Sara looked around her. This was the first time in her entire life she had been on a plane. It wasn't so bad, especially if you had a rich friend who could get you on first class. She looked at Brooke and smiled nervously.
B: "Your first time?"
S: "Yeah."
B: Hands her a piece of gum. "Here chew this, it'll keep your ears from popping on the way up."
S: Took the gum and put it in her mouth. "Thanks." They sat in silence. Sara watched as people boarded the plane. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something wasn't right. She would have shaken it off as nerves, but it was the same feeling she had right before she found out about Grandma Jane. Then she saw him. The man she believed had killed Grandma Jane, but was too scared to tell the police about.
S: "Brooke, I think we are going to be in serious trouble if we don't get off this plane now."
B: "What? Still nervous about the flight?"
S: "No, I mean real serious trouble." She grabbed her duffel bag and Brooke's arm and got ready to drag them off the plane.
B: "Wait let me get my bag." She grabbed it as Sara was already in the process of dragging her towards the entrance to the plane. They fought the mass of people trying to board the plane until they got into the walkway corridor. "Do you mind telling what's going on? First you want go to London, and now you can't get off the plane quick enough."
S: She didn't answer until they were all they way out of the corridor and standing inside the airport. "Grandma Jane's killer was on that plane. I think he followed me here," She said in a hushed whisper.
B: "But you don't know who killed Grandma Jane, so how could he follow you?"
S: "I don't know for sure, but I suspect someone. He was on that plane dressed as a flight attendant."
B: "Don't you think you are a little paranoid?"
S: "No I don't" She said in a voice that Brooke didn't think was wise to argue with. Sara stood there and watched as the plane got ready for take off. She'd miss her chance to go this time, but she was determined to find another way to get there. She would not share a plane with a murderer. She watched the plane taxi down the runway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man step out of the corridor and close the doors. That was definitely him. He talked with the desk attendant for awhile then he walked away and was lost in a crowd of people. Thank God he didn't see me, she thought. Her eyes still on the plane she watched in horror as it exploded in a ball of fire as it climbed higher in the sky. She looked at Brooke who looked like she was about to hyperventilate.
B: "Sara, that was almost us. We were on the that plane."
S: "I know." She had seen death before growing up on the streets, but never so much at once. What frightened her more, was that she was on that plane. It had almost been them that had gone blown up in that plane. She couldn't help but feel that the flight attendant had something to do with it. She looked over at Brooke again. She wasn't taking this well. She put her arms around Brooke, who was crying. "Shhh. It's okay. We're still alive. Remember that."
B: "I know, but all those people."
As more people began to gather around the scene, Sara thought it would be best if she got Brooke out of there and to her home.
S: "Come on, Brooke, we should get home."
B: Brooke nodded yes and they began to walk away from the scene.

***

At the gatehouse, Ned and Lois are frantic.
L: "What did the airport say, Ned?" She asked as he got off the phone with frantic, fearful, lost look.
N: He turned to face her, the look in his eyes was of shock and disbelief. "They have records that Brooke and Sara did indeed board flight 166."
L: "No. They're wrong. They have to be."
N: "I'm afraid that they're right sweetheart. Sara was set on getting to London. The odds are, that they were on that plane."
L: "Stop it. I won't hear it. Not until we have concrete evidence. Even if they were on that plane, we're not sure if there were survivors. Maybe they survived."
N: Ned took her in his arms. "I want to believe that Lois, but we have to prepare ourselves for the worst."
The doors of the gatehouse opened, and in walked Sara and Brooke. Brooke cheeks were tearstained, but she wasn't crying anymore.
L: "Brooke!" She ran to the door and pulled Brooke into a hug. The tears of sorrow she had a few moments ago were now tears of joy. "Brooke Baby I thought you were on that plane."
B: "We were, but we got off before it took off. It was awful, Ma. It just exploded. There was fire everywhere." She said as she broke down in tears again.
N: Ned came over to join the little reunion. "Princess. It's okay. You're here now, that's what matters. Why don't you let your mother take you into the kitchen and get you some tea." Brooke and Lois left for the kitchen. Ned turned to Sara. "I'm glad you are okay, but you are as stubborn as your parents. You were told specifically to stay here, and you go right ahead and make plans to got to London. If that wasn't enough you involved my daughter and nearly got her killed!"
S: "No one was hurt were they?!" She yelled back.
N: "No, but that's not the point."
S: "Then what is? If you would excuse me, I need to call my father so he doesn't get as worried as you two were. Those reports all over the place, the accident probably made international news by now, and I want to warn him before he finds out from someone else." She said as she walked past him and to the phone, leaving him stunned. He wasn't sure what to think of her. She was a stubborn one, tough as nails when she had to be, very loyal, and he had seen hints of gentleness when she was with Brooke and Lois. She didn't like him that was sure. Like father like daughter he thought sadly.

Sara dialed the number her father had given her in case there was an emergency. She figured this would definitely qualify as one. Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring. Three rings. Where was he?
"Morgan here."
S: "Jason? Where's my dad?"
J: "Sara?"
S: "Yeah."
J: "Hold on."
She heard muffled voices in the background. Something about Jason needing to handle the phone. Jason saying this is one you need to handle.
So: In an anguished voice, "Corinthos here."
Sa: "Daddy?"
So: "Sara?!"
Ned saw her face light up as she talked to Sonny.
Sa: She smiled. "Yeah, Daddy, it's me. You said not to call in case there was an emergency, but I had to tell you..."
So: "Hey Sweetie, It's okay. Are you okay? Is Brooke okay? The television said you were on this plane..." He trailed off not wanting to think about it anymore.
Sa: "Yeah, Brooke's fine." He heard him sigh in relief, and whisper something to someone. "We were on the plane, but we got off before it took off."
So: "Why did you get off, better yet why did you even get on it? Wait, don't answer that yet. Someone else here wants to talk to you." He says as Brenda grabs the phone from him.
B: "Sara?"
Sa: "Yes."
B: "This is your mother."
Sa: "Mama?"
Ned's ears perked up at that. He silently watched as tears formed in Sara's eyes. He put his finger to his lips to quiet Lois and Brooke who were entering the living room at that moment. Sa: "Oh Mama, I've missed you. I have so much I want to tell you, but it would probably take all night"
B: "Honey, we'll get that time sometime soon, but not right now, okay."
Sa: "I'll hold you to that."
B: "I'll expect you to."
Sa: "Can I ask you a question before you go?"
B: "Anything, honey."
Sa: "What's your favorite color?"
B: "Red, I think. I never really thought about it. Why ask?" Sa: "I don't know anything about you, just wanted to know a little something. Mine's purple."
B: "I'll remember that."
Sa: "When are you coming home?"
B: "I don't know, but I hope soon."
Sa: "Please hurry home."
B: "I'm trying. I hate to cut this short, but I need to go." Sa: "Okay. Mama, I love you."
B: "I love you too, Angel. With that Brenda gave the phone back to Sonny.
Sonny and Sara talked about the plane incident, and the flight attendant. He warned her to stay in Port Charles again, but was sure that the warning had fallen on deaf ears. When the phone conversation was over, she looked at the shocked Ashtons with a look of pure happiness. She simply said, "I have a mother."