Terence waits outside the toilet.
No one is in the toilet.
Bu he can't get in.
A man comes up behind him.
Can't get in? asks the man.
No, says Terence.
The man opens the door for him, and Terence goes in.
But he is too low to see himself in the mirror.
Terence comes out.
The man is still there.
I can't see myself in the mirror, says Terence.
Is that all you wanted to do? asks the man.
Yes, says Terence. A girl told me I had a frog face.
You don't have a frog face, says the man. And frogs don't have curls.
Okay, says Terence. But what about the rest of me?
The rest of you looks a bit froggy, says the man. It's those pyjamas.
They're not pyjamas, says Terence.
The man doesn't care if they're not pyjamas.
He needs to get into the toilet, before more people wake up.
He enters the toilet, and locks the door.
Terence decides to go back to the armrest.
And on his way back he will look for the girl.
So he is going very slowly, looking at everyone.
A flight attendant comes up behind him.
Are you lost? asks the flight attendant.
No, says Terence. I'm looking for someone.
A parent? asks the flight attendant.
A girl who said I had a frog face, says Terence.
You don't have a frog face, says the flight attendant. You look like a boy, in frog pyjamas.
They're not pyjamas, says Terence.
No, I see that now, says the flight attendant. It's a lycra jersey. You're the boy who spilled the Red Bull.
It spilled itself, says Terence.
Tell you what, says the flight attendant. We'll be turning the cabin lights up in a few minutes, and serving breakfast. How would you like to be the first one to have breakfast?
Yes! says Terence. Can we go past the girl?
Come with me, says the flight attendant.
Terence follows her to the galley, where she pulls out some trays.
She gives Terence a warm chocolate muffin, in a small cardboard box.
Then she escorts him back to where Gaius and Denis Diderot are sleeping.
Terence climbs up on the armrest between them, with his muffin.
You should really have your own seat, says the flight attendant.
I know, says Terence. Do you think the girl saw me?
Probably, says the flight attendant. And if she did, she'll know that frogs don't get chocolate muffins.
The flight attendant walks back down the aisle to turn up the lights.
Terence looks at his muffin.
Don't worry, muffin, I'm not going to eat you, says Terence.
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