She has a wonderful app on her phone that lets her track in real time the progress of his flight. The plane is crossing the tip of Greenland now. Maybe out the window he can see Isua Nunaap? But he’s probably asleep.
They spend a beautiful day together, no strife, no suspicion, no anxieties, no doubt. After so much time apart they had thought there might be trouble, but no. In the middle of the night he gets up quietly so as not to wake her, and when he comes back with a glass of water she is propped up in bed with the phone. She must be checking the progress of his flight.