Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.
Jad said, "The leakage was forcing choices, the making of which in no way improved matters. " Okay. So we were, in effect, locked in a room with a madman sorcerer. That clarified things a little.