After a quick but filling breakfast in a VIP lounge at the airport, Ben and Tali took a separate door out onto the tarmac to board Ben's private jet.

"What part of Tennessee is it in?" Ben asked after speaking with the pilot. 

Tali sat down on the sofa, fingering the embroidery on the throw pillows. "My great-grandfather's estate is just outside of Watauga."

Ben scrunched his forehead. "Watauga? Where's that?"

"It's kind of by Johnson City, if I remember correctly," Tali said.

"If you remember correctly?" Ben asked, eyes narrowing.

Tali shrugged. "The last time I was there was three years ago for Pabi's funeral. We flew into the Tri-Cities Airport. It took about half an hour to get there from the airport. The only other time I've been there was when I was eight."

"Wait, your great-grandfather is no longer alive?" Ben frowned deeper.

"What, you thought he was alive?"

Ben sighed. "This might complicate things a bit."

Tali wanted to ask him why, but he had already disappeared into the cockpit to update the pilot. Tali leaned back and stared up at the ceiling of the plane. What was she even doing? She didn't even know who lived at Pabi's estate now. Would they even know her or recognize her? And how would she explain Ben's purpose there? Tali swallowed, trying to fight the rising bout of nausea.

Once they were in the air, Ben settled into one of the recliners with a gin and tonic as he tapped away on his tablet. Tali chose the recliner farthest from him and turned on the TV. She quickly discovered she could sign in to almost any streaming service and settled down watching "The Great British Bakeoff." Normally she would have chosen something else, but considering the trauma she'd been through in the last twenty-four hours, she needed something that was pure fluff.

About an hour into the flight, Tali's curiosity finally got the better of her. She paused her show and moved back to the couch in the middle of the cabin. "So what's the big deal about the bridge anyway?"

Ben glanced up from his tablet to give her an incredulous look. "You really have no idea, do you?"

"I wouldn't be asking you if I did," Tali pointed out.

"What do you know about it?"

"Just that Pabi thought it was special and that he didn't really tell anybody about it."

"Pabi?" Ben sounded genuinely curious.

"My great-grandfather," Tali said. "Everyone called him that, even my dad and his siblings."

"Hmm," Ben said. "Why 'Pabi?'"

"What?" What was he getting at?

"Why the name 'Pabi?'" Ben asked. "Not many grandparents use a name like that."

"I don't know," Tali admitted. "He just liked being called that. But what's that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing," Ben said. "Or everything."

Tali stared. "I didn't take you for a cryptic. You seemed really straightforward yesterday."

"I don't think you're ready for the truth just yet."

Tali grit her teeth in frustration, then let out a breath. "How did you know about my great-grandfather's bridge?" She started fiddling with her hair. "Or can't you tell me that either?"

Ben swirled his drink before taking a swig. "I suppose it's fine. My grandfather told me stories about it."

"And how did your grandfather know about it?" Tali pressed further. She didn't want to risk angering him; thus far he had kept his cool, but who knew what he would do if he lost it. But her curiosity over the situation burned.

"Sorry," Ben said. "Can't answer that yet."

Tali sighed and bounced her knee. She watched the clouds through the window for a few minutes before thinking up another question. "How do you even know Pabi's bridge is the one you're looking for?"

"From my grandfather's stories," he said. "I'm not one hundred percent positive, but I do have a good feeling about it."

"So you're dragging me to the other side of the country just because you have a good feeling??"

"You'll understand later," was all Ben said in reply.

Tali gave up and returned to her seat, shaking her head. Clearly, he wasn't going to budge and give her any more useful information. Resigned, she turned her attention back to her TV show.