As Ennis tries to pour Sabrina a drink, the bottle slips out of her hand and lazily floats over to Sabrina, who grabs it with renewed vigor. After chugging a few gulps of the Pinot Zekrom, she gasps obviously in a better state than a moment ago. We are going to a private airfield on the outskirts of the city. The more distance between us and that crazy city, the better I say. From there? I'm not at liberty to say quite yet. But I do believe you will be interested in going regardless.