By the time they boarded he had a bag full of snacks. His appetite had come back despite dumping his stomach at least three or four times in between. He was digging through the plastic bag when Zoe asked him how he was feeling. "A little better." He was still lightheaded, but holding down his stomach now.

Excitedly he pulled out a package of chocolate candy. He'd already had enough crackers to blow up a whale. But there was something else peeking out of his bag that wasn't food.