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Date: April 20th, 2001
Setting: Heathrow Airport, UK; Tibet
Status: Private - Ellie, Aziraphale (Complete)
Summary: Formalities first.




"I didn't know British Airways flew to Tibet," the passenger behind them was saying as Aziraphale, expression pleasantly mild, held two tickets out to the manicured stewardess checking their flight tickets and passports, as security loitered near the entrance of the plane.

They'd quite neatly bought the tickets legitimately, although there had been a little bit of fiddling with the records, seeing as British Airways actually didn't fly to Tibet. Although seeing as how quickly the flight had filled up, they probably should.

However, the passports were somewhat less legit... Aziraphale had one, but his had been made for him back when they'd decided passports might be a good idea, and even then the birth date had been in the twenties or so. It would have been hard to explain to the nice security men that while the passport was quite authentic, it just didn't look it, and the angel doubted that hand creams - and face moisturizers, if he could admit it to himself - wouldn't get him quite that far. He'd managed to forget to even ask Ellie if she had a passport prior to arrival, and decided it was for a very good cause if he could just miracle one up.

"All right, sir, go on through. Enjoy your flight."

Smiling in thanks, Aziraphale offered Ellie his arm. "Shall we?"

The stewardess kept calling behind them, "Business class first, please! Business class first! Only business class now..."