Friends? What friends?
Even if I did have friends, they'd live more than 50 miles away. We're in the middle of nowhere.

Besides, the Voyager 736 is a family heirloom. I couldn't just let someone have the keys to it. What if it was stolen? It's my only plane, so I can't risk being out of work, especially in this economy.

Excuse me while I shed a single scarf ninja tear.