There's a lot to be said about the miracles of modern international transportation but no matter how you slice it, it's still hard to get out of a tiny Tibetan village in the Himalayan Mountains. It involves a lot of attention to detail (or at least a vague idea of 'We'll take some yak this far and try not to get blown or bucked off the side of the mountain' and 'From here we'll hire a jeep to take us to this airstrip where we can hitch a ride on a cargo plane in exchange for helping them unload on the back end' and 'And from this point we'll take a bus to take a train to get to a real international airport and then we're home free!') that Nate frankly doesn't really have the patience for.

So it's a good thing that he's not the only brain working on this; if he was, they'd probably be stalled midway down a mountain right now - yaks don't like him. Something about his face? Whatever, it's a serious problem and it usually involves a lot of spit. As it is, he and Elena have got themselves a nice cushy ride on only somewhat rickety small aircraft that should get them as far as Mumbai. From there, he knows a guy (Sully knows a guy) that can get them back to the States. Get Elena back to the States.

--Look, it's all a little fuzzy and he's trying not to get ahead of himself here.

Braced against the side of the plane, Nate desperately tries to steady his journal across his knee so he can make a few notes. It's not easy with the plane shuddering, vibrating from low grade turbulence as they make their way South. How she can sleep in this is beyond him.