I wake up on the seat of my plane, the Allegiant, with a message on my dashboard. It reads, "Two passengers need you for a flight to Havana, Cuba. Depart in Paradise, NV". I groan for 25 seconds before I start the engine of my plane, and turn it to the runway. It's a rough start and a 35-minute ride. I get tired and reach for a cheeseburger I bought 40 minutes ago. I get airsickness riding and eating. Don't puke! My stomach doesn't understand me. I landed soon after, and open the window just in time to splatter my lunch across the runway.
Welcome to Paradise.