The bags are checked and we're nibbling on breakfast snacks, purchased fruit, coffee and Gail's homemade scones. Security checks were routine except Shirley took the wheelchair lane and Denvy was randomly selected for a special search as well as a rerun through the bag scanner. If there was a turning around point, it was sometime in the past. The machine is set in motion and for the next 18 days our fate is not self determined. Bon voyage.