The sun was shining brightly when the plane landed in Capital city.
The weather, a complete opposite of the mood of everyone. Even the crew on the plane were aware of who their passenger was.
How could they not be, their young master was about to fly out to pick her up.
The plane that was meant to be a commercial flight was commandeered by Raymond Lawrence in order to bring the young lady home.
"We're here." Pandora's gentle voice said as she woke Cara up.
Cara didn't talk, she hadn't spoken since she found out about Al's death.
She didn't know what to say. Every time she tried to speak she ended up crying, her heart breaking at the thought of a world where Al was gone.
The world seemed sadder, it seemed less exciting, and there seemed to be less to look forward to.