"Nine hours easy," the blond said, and sighed. "Subsonics just suck , don't they? Eddie had me booked on a super, in full business, but then he said something went wrong with the ticket. Eddie gets all the tickets from this place in Osaka. We went on Air France once, first class, and your seat turns into a bed and they tuck you in with a little quilt. And they have an open bar right there and they just leave the bottles out, and champagne and just the best food." The memory didn't seem to cheer her up. "And they give you perfume and makeup in its own case, from Hermès. Real leather, too. Why are you going to Tokyo?"