"How, how did it get stolen?" Greg asked.
I could only stammer the answer. "I—the TSA switched out the real one with Nikki's version, by keeping it frozen and resetting its timer."
Greg scratched his head in confusion, "I don't understand."
I stutter in hindrance, flailing my arms around that seemed to testify to my frustration.
"Okay, listen. They froze Nikki's version and reset how long it stays for and they took the real one, understand now?" I asked.
Greg nodded, and then asked, "So do you guys have a plan?"
"Yeah, but I don't think its best to explain that, being that someone might be listening—"
I stopped cold once I saw someone staring at us with very intense thought. He was a new guy, with black hair with a stubble beard, and black glasses that outlined his skepticalness.
"What?" Greg asked as he looked back, seeing that same thing.