Crowley gave a short, sharp smile that reflected many past unpleasantnesses. "I've made this trip dozens of times, too," he said, but he was thinking about parachutes.

With a raised eyebrow, the demon gestured to the video screen. "I've got it playing Crash Landing: The Rescue of Flight 232. Next is Bermuda Triangle followed by The Ghost of Flight 401 and Amelia Earhart: The Final Flight." He finished off his second glass of champagne, extended his chair into a bed and curled toward the window. "I'll just try to sleep. 'Night, John."

Whether he would or not was anyone's guess. He hadn't slept well since that first night in John's bed. But he could pretend.