A/N: This chapter includes some time jumps, just so you don't get confused. The other chapters are all set during the same day or at most two days (with an exception of Chapter One). And thanks for all the reviews and such, they really mean a lot to me. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine, and never will be either…
Chapter Eight – Things Are Not Always What They Seem
Rain is gonna fall, the sun is gonna shine,
The wind is gonna blow, the water's gonna rise
She said, when the day comes, look into my eyes
No one's giving up quite yet,
We've got too much to lose
Sweet And Low – Augustana
16th of September – 15.26
Matt glanced down at one of his most beloved possessions, his harmonica. He hadn't played it for years but yet it meant so much to him. It had helped him during his parents divorce, both before and after, and it also helped him a great deal in the Digital World. Many would say that it was just an instrument, but for him it was so much more. The soft music of his harmonica had always made him calm, so had other music too but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same overwhelming relaxation as he'd felt when he'd played his harmonica.
He brought the instrument to his lips and began to play, the tones coming perfect as if the last time he'd played it was just yesterday. T.K. had always loved the sound of his harmonica playing and his thoughts wandered to his little brother, not that he'd ever left his mind. The images came rushing to him as he played, he remembered when he first got the instrument and couldn't play a note right, then T.K. was there to encourage him to not give up or all those times in the Digital World he'd played for his brother as he tried to sleep. Big bro, you're the best.
His thoughts and harmonica playing stopped as he heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" He yelled hoping that whoever was on the other side of that door had heard him.
"Hi, Matt" His mother said as she entered the room.
"Hey, Mom."
"So… Sora's finally letting you be alone again?" She asked and chuckled a bit as she thought of her son's overprotective fiancée.
"Yeah, she believes I can handle all the thoughts now…" He replied as his mother sat down next to him on the couch. He put the harmonica on the coffee table and turned to face her.
"I haven't heard you play that in a very long time…" She sighed. "But I always loved it when you did, even though it did not sound very well in the beginning."
Matt shrugged. "You gotta start somewhere, besides T.K. wanted me to continue so I did."
"Can you… Can you play for me?"
He nodded and once again brought the instrument to his lips. The tones wandered over the room instantly making both him and Nancy relax. They sat there in silence only listening to the soft tones that became more and more like a lullaby. Matt lowered the harmonica but didn't let it go from his grasp. "Thank you" His mother whispered. "When did you get so good at this?"
He shrugged again. "I haven't played it for years, until now then…"
"I'm sorry." She apologized, he looked at her confused not understanding the reason behind it. "For not being there, for missing things like this in your life."
"Oh," Was all he could say. "It's alright…"
"No, it's not. I know how much Hiroaki regrets missing things in T.K.'s life, how he didn't realize it until it was too late to change anything…" Her eyes began to fill with tears and Matt took one of her hands in his as he saw a single tear roll down her cheek. "I don't want that to happen to us. I know it's too late for some things but… I hope there's something we can change."
He pulled her into a tight hug as she began to sob, holding her close until she'd calmed down enough to continue talking. "Mom, it's okay. You don't have to change anything, and there's no reason for dad to feel regrets T.K. loved him and knew the feelings were returned. He didn't feel like dad wasn't there through his life, I know he didn't."
"But how about you, Matt?"
"You've been there."
"Not enough, son. I know that the divorce was especially hard for you, Matt. Being the oldest and all, I'm not even sure T.K. remembers all of it, but I know you do. And I knew then too, but yet I didn't do anything about it." He squeezed the hand he still held as she continued. "When I saw you again after you, T.K. and your friends had beaten that vampire monster and we were together again all four of us I hated myself. You'd grown so much and I hated myself for not being there when you did. I understood your coldness then and I still do. You had a reason for acting like that towards me." Nancy paused. "What I and Hiroaki put you and your brother through as children is unforgivable and I just want you to know just how sorry I am about that."
"I won't say it was right what you did…" Matt started. "But I know you had your reasons for it and I don't think it was unforgivable."
"You don't?" Nancy asked uncertainly.
"No, I don't." Matt assured her and Nancy pulled her eldest son into a tight embrace. They stayed that way for a long time, Nancy holding on to the only son she'd left.
"Thank you."
19th of September – America
"Argh!"
"Feeling frustrated, doc?" A female nurse asked as she passed the, usually very calm, doctor.
"Yes!" He exclaimed, nodding as if to emphasize the meaning of the word and turned to her, chart in hand. "No matter how hard I try, this young man's identity remains a secret, a mystery yet to be solved. Judging by his looks he seems to be European or at least partly, but his belongings tell us something else entirely… There's this strange device that is still yet to be identified too, but when you press the buttons all that comes up are some Asian writing and something in another figure-like language."
"So… We got a European guy, who speaks several different languages, one of them Asian and were on an American domestic flight." The nurse summarized. "Yeah, I get it why you're having a hard time with the identification…"
"I just wished that the chaos on all the airlines would stop so that the can look at their documents and give us the list of all the passengers on United Airlines Flight 93. Really, how hard can it be?" The doctor snorted and continued harshly. "They probably just lazy…"
"I understand how you're feeling but please, give them some credit. They're doing all they can." The nurse put a comforting hand on the doctor's shoulder. "It's probably not just us who're waiting for the lists, remember, there were three other planes involved in this tragic event. And those lists include the names of the hijackers. They can't just realize them to the public, and by showing them to us that's exactly what they've done."
"I know, but it's been almost two weeks since the attack. What about this guys family? They must think he's dead!" The doctor exclaimed furiously. "And there's probably many more families going through the exact same thing."
The nurse sighed and the two of them stood there in silence for a few minutes before the nurse put on a warm smile. "Come on, Allen. How about we let the bureaucrats do there thing and we'll stick with ours. Making Nicole and Mr Unknown better, all right?"
The doctor nodded, back to his usual calm self. They both collected their things and the middle-aged nurse turned around to leave. "And Beth…"
She turned back to face him.
"Thank you."
She smiled and walked away from him. He stared after her before he went into the room where the two survivors were. Both of them had been unconscious since they got to the hospital, but according to the paramedics at the scene at least the young man had been partly conscious when they arrived. They were quickly brought to the hospital and some of the best doctor in the state of Pennsylvania, himself included, had done their best to save the two lives. But this outcome was unavoidable, they were both deep in their unconsciousness and they chances of either of them to wake up within the next few days were small.
He couldn't help but wonder how they could've survived the crash. It was a mystery to everyone and the only ones that could answer all their questions were the two in front of him. An investigator came by the hospital everyday and informed him about the progress in their investigation and he filled him in on Nicole and the John Doe's condition. So thanks to his place as their doctor he knows quite a lot about the crash and there were no reasonable explanation how they survived the crash itself and then eventually an explosion caused by the large amount of fuel and a fire. The other passengers all suffered by a broken neck, he had seen what was left of the bodies himself, but neither of the survivors showed any sign of a neck injury.
Unless one of them woke up soon, the mystery of their survival would forever remain a mystery.
22nd of September – The Void of Darkness
"What? He didn't die? Why?"
"Easy, Nic. I can't answer all you questions at once, you know." T.K. said and raised one of his hands and ruffled her hair. "You sure are curious, aren't you?"
Nikki nodded enthusiastically. "Tell me, tell me!"
"No, he didn't die. At first we thought he did, but then we got a prophecy…" T.K. continued.
"What's that?"
"A prophecy is something that tells you the future. For example this one said 'The sky will be darkened by the wings of many bats. The fallen people willinvoke the name of the undead Digimon king and when the clock strikes the hour of the beast, the undead kingwillrevealhimself in his true form as the beast. Then angels will shoot arrows of hope and light at the loved ones of those they've been sent to protect, and a miracle will happen. Please always recycle.' and we sort of knew what would come. As small clues."
"That last part is pretty weird." Nikki said giggling.
"I know, I've never really understood why that part was in the prophecy and I don't think I ever will." T.K. said and sighed. "Now, do you want me to continue?" Once again Nikki nodded.
"While we figured out what the prophecy meant Myotismon gathered more energy and later digivolved into a bigger and stronger digimon called VenomMyotismon. Weregarurumon and Greymon tried to hold him of but when we finally got to them they were exhausted. Patamon and Gatomon digivolved but we still didn't stand a chance of winning. That until Izzy figured out the rest of the prophecy. Angemon and Angewomon had to shoot their arrows of Hope and Light at Matt and Tai, mine and Kari's loved ones. Then a miracle happened and Agumon and Gabumon mega digivolved. With the help of all of our crests they were finally able to beat him." T.K. finished.
"Matt and Tai were hit by arrows? Cool!" Nikki exclaimed and raised one hand and tried to hide it as she yawned.
"Time to sleep, Nic." T.K. said feeling a bit tired himself. Even spirits have to sleep.
"But I wanna hear more!" She protested and pouted.
"There's more, but don't you want to be awake when I tell you?" T.K. said and smiled down at the small girl. They'd been stuck in this so called Void of Darkness for several days, he couldn't be sure how many since here the days and nights looked the same. Or perhaps there was no time at all in this darkness, what did he know. Nikki had quickly grown bored so he decided to entertain the girl by telling her all about their adventures in the Digital World.
They both lay down on the strange ground and T.K. wrapped his arms around the four-year-old. She snuggled into his chest and quickly fell asleep, being more tired then T.K. had first thought. He himself stayed awake for awhile, trying to figure a way for them to get out of there. But as always he didn't come anywhere with his escaping plans and soon followed Nikki into the world of dreams and nightmares.
"Hi, what's your name?"
T.K. looked up from his notebook only to find a young girl's face only inches from his. The girl's mother, a middle aged woman with reddish brown hair, looked at her daughter and sighed. "Nic, don't disturb the young man."
"It's okay, I don't mind." T.K. reassured the mother and gave her a warm smile she gladly returned. He turned to the girl who seemed to be three maybe four years old. "Hello, I'm T.K., do you got another name besides Nic?"
"Yes, I'm Nicole. But you can call me Nic or Nikki." The girl gave him a toothy grin, her emerald eyes sparkling with happiness. She then turned to her mother. "Momma, I want candy…"
"Sweetie, you always wants candy." She looked slightly annoyed but from the looks of it she couldn't stay that way for long. She smiled, opened her handbag and held a candy bar out for her daughter to grab. "But this is the only one you'll get during the entire flight. You sure you don't want to save it?"
Nikki quickly snatched the piece of candy from her and opened it. "I'm sure, mommy!"
T.K. chuckled and turned back to his notebook, trying to come up with something good to write down on it. His mind seemed blank and all he could think about was that uneasy feeling he'd been feeling all morning. He shrugged at his thoughts and tried to ignore the feeling, it probably was nothing, just like Kari's bad feeling about him going to the States had turned out to be nothing. He turned around and looked at the other passengers, trying to find inspiration there. There was an old couple, a few teenagers spread out over the seats but mostly it was businessmen and women, just like him, returning home to their family from work or perhaps the other way around. T.K. sighed, this was no use. He simply had a small writer's block, or something like that.
Before he decided what to do instead his thoughts was interrupted by a frantic scream coming from the first class. "What…?"
"It's probably nothing." Nikki's mother reassured him. Nikki however ignored the sound continuing eating her candy bar. "Just a surprised passenger…"
Then another scream could be heard, and another… "No, no. This isn't just a surprised passenger… Something's wrong in there."
"Holy shit!" Someone from first class screamed before a swarm of passengers from first class ran down the aisle into their section.
"What's going on?" Someone shouted from the back of the plane.
"Move! Get back!" A man yelled as he ran down the aisle. "Don't stop!"
T.K. locked eyes with Nikki's mother, her brown eyes just as confused and shocked as his own. "Nikki, come on." She said to the girl. Nikki barely had time to grab her backpack before her mother shoved her in front of herself and they both left their seats. T.K. followed after them leaving his own bag by his seat.
Somehow in the chaos Nikki got behind her mother. She tripped and fell forward as someone in the back pushed everyone further down the aisle. In a swift move T.K. lifted her up and continued after the rest of the passengers. "I got you."
T.K. followed the mother even further down until all the seats were occupied. In their haste T.K. found time to hand Nikki over to her mother who gently but quickly placed the girl in the middle seat while she took the unoccupied aisle seat. T.K. seated himself on the opposite side of the aisle and for the first time since they'd started their flight down the aisle he turned around, and what he saw shocked him. Two men with small knives were in his sight, one of them pushing the passengers down the aisle and the other with what looked like a bomb around his waist holding his hand high in the air with a tight grip around the detonator.
"Oh god! Is that real?" The mother whispered from across the aisle. Apparently having seen the same thing as he did when facing the opposite direction, now the way that was straight forward.
"Is that a bomb?" A masculine voice behind him asked no one in particular.
The man in the seat next to him shifted uncomfortably and whispered to him. "Do you think we've been hijacked?"
T.K. shrugged. "I don't know. Look's kinda like it, I mean why else would they act like this?"
"But… I haven't heard of a hijacked plane for years, at least not one who succeeded in breaking into the cockpit." The man whispered back. "If this really is a hijacking our luck sucks!"
"Momma, what's going on?" T.K. could hear Nikki ask. "Why did we move?"
"I don't know, sweetie."
T.K. turned and looked at the flight attendants in the back. They were whispering frantically to one other, one of them holding an airphone in a tight grip. She put the phone down and shook her head having not gotten through to the cockpit T.K. figured. "I think they're in the cockpit, from the looks of it they can't get a hold of the pilots." T.K. said nodding his towards the flight attendants.
The man next to him shook his head sadly. "Damnit!"
"They stabbed a guy." A man behind him informed them. T.K. turned around to look at him. "Cut his throat. He's gonna bleed to death if we don't do something, help him in some way."
"There's no way they're letting us through." The man next to him stated. "Even if they did what do we do when we get to him, I don't know a thing about that stuff."
A redhead woman overheard their conversation and rose from her seat drawing the attention of the hijackers. She walked slowly towards them, holding her hand up. "Let me help him." She pleaded and motioned over to where the man apparently laid, out of T.K.'s sight. "Please!" T.K. watched as they let her through but she barely had time to kneel next to the man before they pushed her back again, having changed their mind.
"Back, get back!" One of the hijackers yelled with a heavy Arabic accent holding a small knife dangerously close to her throat.
"This can't be happening…" A feminine voice from somewhere behind him whispered in between sobs, the quietness in the area making it possible for him to hear her. "It's unbelievable, so surreal…"
From the corner of his eye he saw as men and women lifted their cellphones and the airphones calling families and searching for help or information. T.K. took out his own cellphone from his pocket and fingered on it deep in thought. He knew that he probably should call Kari, but yet he hesitated. What if the hijackers just were after money or something like that? Then there was no reason for him to call her and make her and the others worried. If the hijackers just got what they wanted then there was no reason to be worried, was there? He doubted his thoughts a bit but put the phone back in his pocket anyway, if he was wrong he could always call her a bit later when they all knew more.
The guy next to him looked like he stood in front of the same dilemma as him did but unlike T.K. he dialled the number and brought the phone to his ear. "Hi honey"
"No, I'm fine. There's just a bit of a problem with the plane…"
"No, no nothing mechanical." He sighed, clearly unsure how to tell deliver the news. "We think that… No, we know that we've been hijacked."
"Calm down, Annie. It'll probably work out in the end, you'll see. I love you, too"
T.K. stopped listening to him as he felt the conversation going to a personal level, instead he looked around at the passengers. Now almost everyone held a phone of some sort to their ears. He turned to Nikki and her mother, they both looked deep in thought. The mother turned and locked her gaze with his. "Do you think there's anything we can do, T.K.?"
"I don't know, for now I just think we have to find out more about the situation we're in." He absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry but I can't recall hearing your name…?"
"Jeanne Le Roux" She introduced herself and held her hand out for him to shake which he did.
"Takeru Takaishi." He smiled. "But as you know, everyone calls me T.K."
A man from two rows in front of them suddenly bent forward and whispered. "Hey, guys! Two planes have hit the World Trade Center, one in each of the Twin Towers!"
"Did you really hear that right, sir?" Jeanne asked him.
"Yes! My wife says that judging by the size it was two passenger planes too. It's possible that those planes were hijacked too, I mean what's the chance of a passenger plane flying into a building? And then that there was two makes it even more clear." The man whispered back. "It's all over the news."
"Oh my god!" A woman from the back whispered in shock. "The Twin Towers? There's got to be thousands of people working there!"
The man who'd told them the news nodded. He still held the phone to his ear and listened intensely what his wife on the other side told him. "And we aren't the only hijacked plane in the air either…"
"There's more plane other then us and those two that hit the World Trade Center who've been hijacked?" T.K. asked bewildered and groaned when the man nodded. "Oh shit!"
"Something has happened at the Pentagon!" The man next to T.K. told them. "An explosion of some sort…"
"You don't… You don't think it was another plane, do you?" A flight attendant who'd seated herself behind Jeanne.
"I don't know." T.K.'s neighbour shrugged. "It could be…"
"Do you think they're terrorists?" An old woman asked from the window place on his row. "The hijackers are they terrorists?"
"Um… I suppose they are…" The guy in front of him said uncertainly. He looked at a middle aged man next to him for confirmation, the man nodded and he continued. "They are terrorists, ma'am."
"It's a suicide attack." The man who'd told them about what'd happened in New York. "They're using the planes as weapons to kill as many as possible. Us, them and all the people in whatever building they've chosen for this plane to fly into. We have to do something about it. I for one will not go down without a hell of a fight!"
"Yeah! Let's show those guys that they can't use us in their plans!"
"Maybe we could plan something first?" They all turned to blonde woman. "I mean, if we rush there without any weapons or a plan we'll get killed before we even reach the cockpit. How about we all make ourselves a plan, call our families just in case and then make a revolt, how does that sound?"
"Perfect." Jeanne said and smiled towards the other woman. "Let's do what she says!"
"Do you have anything we could use as a weapon or at least that would…"
T.K. stopped listening and pulled out his cellphone once again. He looked at it for awhile and sighed, unsure what to do. "Just call them." Jeanne interrupted his thoughts. "Your family or whoever you thought about calling would want to know that you're okay and what's going on."
He nodded but still hesitated. "But I don't want them to worry, you know."
"Even if we all make it out of here in one piece they would have wanted you to call, you know that. So just dial the number." She encouraged him and smiled.
"Yeah, probably…" He smiled back and quickly dialled his own phone number, knowing that all the Digidestined would be at his and Kari's apartment by now. As he waited for someone to pick up he once again turned to Jeanne. "Thanks." Just as she turned to him someone picked up the phone.
"Hey T.K." Kari said happily. Judging by her tone she had no idea what was happening in America right now, what was happening to him now. "Are you already in San Francisco? I thought it would take a couple of more hours until you…"
24th of September – America
"Dr Johnson!" A nurse called out from the other side of the corridor. The doctor turned around as he heard his own name and waited for the nurse to reach him. "Dr Johnson!"
"Yes." As he saw the smile on her face he wondered what possibly could have made her so excited. "What is it, Beth?"
"We've found a match… I mean we've identified the John Doe from the plane crash." She seamed out of breath but still kept the smile on her face. "He was not in our database, because as you expected he's not an American citizen, Allen. But we got the passenger list from United now and we compared the info we got from there. And there was a male, 21 from Japan on the plane. We compared the Japanese's DNA to our survivors and they match!"
"Finally!" The doctor exclaimed visibly relieved. "So… Who is he?"
"The man lying in there…" She nodded towards the room where they strangely enough managed to find themselves in front of. "… is Takeru Takaishi."
25th of September – 10.24
'Because of the heroic actions of the passengers on United Airlines Flight 93 the plane failed to reach it's, yet unknown, intended target and saving possibly hundreds of lives. The passenger should therefore be remembered for what they truly are, heroes.'
Kari watched the television closely. She agreed with the news reporter, T.K. and the other passengers really were heroes. To do such a heroic act required courage, more courage then she could ever imagine herself have. To revolt against armed hijackers who had control over both the plane and a possible bomb was valiant. A true sign of heroes.
Lost in her own thoughts she forgot her brother for a while, but quickly remembered that he was by her side as he took her hand in his. Whatever it was Tai himself who needed the support or he thought that she needed it she didn't know, but regardless of his reason she was glad for the gesture. She looked up at her brother. He had been her hero, her protector all through her life and even though T.K. had somewhat taken over the role the last few years Tai was now back in the position he had been from the day she was born.
She knew she was a mess, but that didn't mean she hadn't noticed that everyone else had changed too. That she wasn't the only one affected by the loss of T.K., of the loss of their friend, brother and in her case husband. And father. She gently put her free hand on her stomach. Her child would have to grow up without a father. T.K. would never be able to teach their child how to shoot the hoops. He would never get the chance to tell their son or daughter about their adventure in the Digital World, or even read aloud from one of his books. Because of the hijackers and everyone else behind the attack he would never get the chance to even hold their newborn baby. Life is not fair.
No, I will not think like that.
She forced her thoughts away from the subject and they landed once again on her big brother. Her brother was the leader, the courageous and strong one. But Kari saw behind that, she saw just how affected he was by this even though he tried his best to hide it. He was keeping it together for the team, for her. He knew that when she couldn't find the strength in herself she looked after it in her older brother. She was thankful he thought of what was best for her but she didn't want him to hide all his emotions from her. She didn't want him to end up like a shell.
"Tai?" He turned and looked her in the eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
He looked away from her, but still felt her gaze on him. "Oh, just stuff…"
"What stuff? You can tell me everything, you know that, brother."
"T.K."
"Huh?"
"I was thinking about T.K."
"Oh, I guess I knew that." Kari rested her head on his shoulder, after seeing how tears had formed in her brother's eyes. She kept his right hand in a tight grip as she continued. "You've been there for me through it all, comforting me and just holding me while I cried. How about if I did my fair share now?"
Tai raised his left hand and with a quick movement dried his tears with the back of his hand. "I just… I don't know, I was just thinking how it would all be different if he was here now. He would just crack a joke about everything and smile that big and happy smile of his and everything would be alright again."
Kari nodded, a quite awkward motion as her head was still resting on his shoulder, but she didn't trust her voice enough to talk. She felt how her own tears started to form but bit her lip to restrain a sob. She blinked away the tears and took a deep breath. For once I have to be the strong one, Tai needs me.
"But let's not talk about me." Tai interrupted her thoughts. "How's my favourite niece or nephew doing?"
"Fine, I think. Nothing out of the ordinary." She lifted her head of his shoulder and glared at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Can't a guy ask his sister how her unborn child is doing or what?"
"Yes, you can but not as an excuse for changing the subject." Kari said calmly. "Taichi, you have to face your own problems now. I'm not the only one in this room who has a hard time dealing with the fact that T.K. won't be coming through that door anytime soon."
"Then what do you want me to do, Hikari?" Her brother replied emphasizing her full name.
"Just talk about it, Tai. You've been focusing so much on me and forgetting to talk about it yourself. Please, just tell me how you feel." She insisted as her brother looked at everything but her. When he finally met her gaze she saw all the emotions he'd been hiding all this time.
"Like crap, okay?" He finally said his voice shaky by the amount of emotions in it. His eyes once again held tears that he refused to let fall. A few tears made it down his cheeks regardless of his effort. "Just because I'm not his real brother doesn't mean I didn't care about him as much as I did. I dunno what else you want me to say…"
Kari pulled him into a comforting hug. He sobbed against her shoulder and she just held him until he had no tears left to shed. After several minutes he finally lifted his tearstained face he gave her a small smile which she returned with some effort, tears making her gaze blurred.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes, little sis." He squeezed her hand. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Her vision was even more blurred now. "Oh god, you'd think I'd shed enough tears for a life time now. But no they just keep coming!"
He chuckled slightly. "Face it, you're a crybaby." He paused then continued with a softer tone. "Well, you've had your reasons."
"Yeah," She sighed. "I guess I have…" As she raised her hand to wipe the tears away the phone rang. She just looked at it at first before she hesitantly picked it up and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, I'm from the St. Clair Hospital in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and I wish to speak with Hikari Takaishi if she's available."
"Well, she is considering I'm Hikari Takaishi." She replied nervously, why would someone from a hospital in America call her… Unless it was one of those hospitals that recovered bodies… Dead bodies, those that needed identification. Oh god, she wasn't sure if she could handle seeing T.K.'s body. But they couldn't ask her to do that, could they? They should already know otherwise they wouldn't know it was her they had to call. Patience, Kari, you can't know before the man tells you why he called.
"Who is it?" Tai asked locking his gaze with hers. She shrugged as a reply and waited for the man from the hospital to continue.
"Alright, I got the job to deliver the news to you, Mrs. Takaishi." The man sounded oddly happy. "But first I have to apologize, we would have called you sooner but with everything that's been happening the last couple of weeks all work takes at least twice the time it usually would. Me and my team has tried our hardest to speed things up but in the end it wasn't anything we could do without help from the Airline and let's just say that they've had more then a hand full these few weeks…"
"What news?" She interrupted him. She still felt hesitant but the more he talked the more confused she felt.
"Your husband is alive, Mrs Takaishi"
