On a burrito bet with Mario, I ended up sneaking into Jen's bag as she left Seattle and flew to Boston. Waiting at the gate, she sifted through her bag, probably to find chap stick or check the time on her phone, and discovered an interloper (that was me). One red-eye later, I awoke in a land where everything is meaner, colder, and slightly less clad in plaid.
After hopping out of the bag, I explored the new terrain a bit. To my surprise, there were several locals I could mingle with. Teto, the fox squirrel from Nausicaa, and I really hit it off. 
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