Tuesday 29th March

It was almost 2am Malta time, and Eudora and Sally were fast approaching Valletta airport. Eudora opened the comms.

"Hello, is this Malta International Airport?"

"Yes, this is MLA, who is this?"

"This is Elm 1 requesting permission to land." Eudora said.

"Permission granted." Said the voice on the other end. Malta approached the runway at a gentle angle. Sally put on her seatbelt and held on her seat tightly. Eudora slowed down the plane and landed smoothly on the runway, before applying on the brakes and putting the plane to a standstill.

Sally and Eudora both agreed to have a long sleep soon after, seeing as it was only 2am and the meeting would not be for another 10 hours.

6am, Minnesota. Charlie Brown was just waking up. He sat up in his bed, wondering what he was doing up this early. He tried to recall the events of the previous day. Looking at the suitcase on the floor he then remembered.

"I'm going to Hungary today." He said with light enthusiasm. He quickly had cold cereal for breakfast before getting dressed and ready for the day. He then lugged his heavy suitcase down stairs and dragged it out to Mrs Brown's car, which had been waiting for him, along with Charlie Brown's parents. With the suitcase firmly in the boot, and Charlie Brown in the backseat, the Browns began to drive to the Airport.

"It'd be nice if Sally was here." Mrs Brown commented

"Well, what can we do about it?" Charlie Brown retorted.

"Nothing, we'll just have to keep hoping." Mr Brown assured, keeping his eyes firmly on the road.

"I'll write letters every day." Charlie Brown said.

"And so will we." Mrs Brown replied. A short while later, they pulled into the Airport Car Park. Charlie Brown got out of his car and took his bulging suitcase out of the boot. He pulled it along behind him as he followed his parents into the airport check in. Ms Othmar was already standing there waiting, along with the Van Pelts, Peppermint Patty, Marcie, Schroeder, Franklin, Pig-pen and their Families. Charlie Brown walked up to the rest of them.

"That makes just two kids left." Ms Othmar muttered to herself.

"Which two?" Charlie Brown whispered to Linus.

"Five and Janice Emmons." Linus whispered back.

"Ok Got it." Charlie Brown said. Not 5 minutes later, Five's family and Janice's Family walked in together.

"Right. That's all of us." Ms Othmar said happily. "Say goodbye to your Moms and Dads now, please." The kids duly complied. Charlie Brown ran up to and hugged his parents.

"See you in a week." Charlie Brown promised.

"We will." Mrs Brown replied.

"Be good." Mr Brown replied. The goodbyes were very much the same for the other 9 kids.

Soon Ms Othmar and the ten trip-goers were getting their bags through customs and security. Charlie Brown, in a slightly embarrassing mishap, managed to trip the alarm because he was wearing a belt. His luggage on the other hand, was perfectly fine. Charlie Brown emerged on the other side with everything save for a blush, and a lack of dignity, yet he was still smiling. Everyone made it past the security gate fine, and also through customs, except for Pigpen, who was made to declare possession of his scissors.

"But sir,"

"Scissors are potentially dangerous." Said the guard."

"But it's in the luggage compartment. It would be impossible for me to reach it in flight."

"Point taken." "Could you tell me what you intend to use the scissors for?" The Guard demanded.

"Cutting paper to make art." Pigpen replied.

"Very well, you may proceed." The guard relented. Pigpen continued with a grin just as sheepish as Charlie Brown's.

"Just our luck, eh?" Charlie Brown said as Pigpen approached him.

"I think we can agree on that one." Pigpen replied with a smile. Not long after, the last of the trip- goers had got through, and their luggage was put on the luggage carousel (don't ask me, I've never been on a flight). They all walked up to the plane, and sat down. They were all in standard class, since this was a class trip.

"You excited?" Linus asked Charlie Brown.

"Of course." Charlie Brown replied.

"I can't wait until we actually get there." Said Franklin, from the row behind.

"I want to see the Theatre." Schroeder, who was sitting next to him, added.

"I'm sure it will be fun." Lucy added.

"In the meantime, we have a 12 hour flight to keep us busy." Said Peppermint Patty, who was sitting on the row opposite.

"What's going on?" asked Janice, from the row behind.

"Oh, that's the safety announcements." Marcie explained. "I wouldn't be too worried. The chance of an accident is about 1 in 400000."

"We almost won the baseball game last week." Charlie Brown reminded her.

"Oh, don't be so pessimistic." Marcie retorted. "Just enjoy yourself."

"I'll try." Charlie Brown replied.

"Don't forget to move your clocks forward, guys." Linus reminded

"7 hours, wasn't it?" Charlie Brown asked.

"Yep." Linus replied.

"So that makes it 3pm in Hungary, right?"

"You're right Charlie Brown." Linus replied. "The plane should take off soon." Not a minute later, the plane started taxiing down the runway, and it took off into the air.

Somewhere In Malta, Sally had woken up, left Eudora to tend to her plane, and headed for the meeting room. It was already 10am in Luqa (where the airport was), and Sally had seen a map telling her Santa Venera was directly North 5km, or about a 1hr walk. "This isn't going to be much effort." She thought to herself. Walking along the paths and Maltese sidewalks was refreshing, and very different to what she was used to seeing at home, and not only that, the Mediterranean sun was beaming down like a ray of warmth. Eventually she found herself in the streets of Santa Venera. Now all that was left was to find 4, Wignacourt Road. After a few moments she stumbled upon a short thin road with 4 houses on it. Walking up to the 4th house, she observed the porch. The porch overhung over the front door, which was red. In the upper left of the porch was a deftly hidden CCTV camera. Sally knew that this was probably the right house. Sally knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came a crackly radio message. Sally took the letter out of her pocket and displayed it in front of the camera.

"Ok, I'll get the door." A few seconds later, the door was opened.

"Morning." Sally said to her. "You must be Morag."

"I am. And I take it you are Sally Brown?"

"I am indeed. You know of my brother, correct?"

"I write to him." Morag replied. "Do you still talk to school buildings?"

"Oh, he wrote about that. I'll have to lump him next time I see him."

"I'm sure you will." Morag responded, before putting her hands together. "Now that we've properly introduced ourselves, I think we should get down to business."

"Right. Are you saying we should start the meeting now?" Sally asked.

"Well yes, seeing as you're the last one here. Let's begin." Sally and Morag headed to the dining room. A number of people were already sitting there. The table was hexagonal and fitted six people on it. Morag then began the meeting.