So now, here I was three days later on a Wednesday morning; boarding a plane to England.
"How long until we land?" I murmur, tapping my foot impatiently. I was overly anxious, a huge change in character compared to my usual level-headed demeanour.
"God, Will calm down." Yves chuckles, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"It'll be fine," Phee leans forward in her chair beside Yves to offer me a sympathetic smile. I barely manage one back.
"Hey," A voice whispers into my ear, startling me slightly. I turn my head, seeing Sky's smiling face beside me. I relax, smiling at her too.
"Your colours are all bright orange." She gazes at me and I shrug, not really sure how to answer.
"Worried, I guess." I answer and Sky pats my shoulder in an uncorded condolence before taking her seat again beside Zed. One of the flight attendants begins talking and going through flight safety issues but I zone out, staring out at the grey surface of the runway. My thoughts soon flow to my Soulfinder, despite only knowing a rough guess of her appearance. Everyone, aside from me, had seen what she looked like all thanks to Zed and his inability to keep his mouth, or rather mind, shut. Phoenix had gone to give me a few pointers on what she was like this morning but Yves quickly hushed her, pulling her away much to my angst. I didn't know why everyone was being so secretive… as well as the constant giggling that kept occurring each time she was brought up. I didn't really see what was so laughable about it – she was the other half of my soul for crying out loud.
As soon as we touched down in England, it was evident the weather was not on our side. The rain was pouring in heavy, thick, merciless streams. The whole group of us consisting of all my brothers and their soulfinders as well as my mum and dad had quickly got drenched whilst running for the pre-booked taxis Victor had organised. Everyone had decided to come along for the trip; given that I was the last brother to find his soulfinder and we'd all gone through hell and back for everyone else's. I was praying that my story with my soulfinder would be a lot less dramatic than Yves and a lot more legal than Victor's. After busting Aurora out of an Afghan prison, it had been one hell of a ride for us all. It was nice though, to see her safe in his arms. She was the polar opposite of him yet they fitted exactly how I'd always imagined.
The journey to the hotel was quick and problem free; all of us piling into the lobby with dripping wet hair and clothes at the mercy of the rain.
"I can safely say," Phee starts, ringing water from her short choppy hair.
"That I do not miss England's weather."
"Ditto that," Sky laughs. My dad heads to the front desk, speaking quickly with the employee and then handing us all our room cards. It takes us all ten minutes to completely pile into separate lifts and get our luggage through to the separate rooms. Once inside mine, I stretch out on the large bed, breathing out a sigh of somewhat relief mixed with complete fear. The duvet beneath me was quickly dampening from the rainwater in my hair but the tiredness consuming made me hardly care.
"Great," I murmur, a knock depriving me from the small nap I was hoping to make before we left for dinner.
"Will!" I hear Trace's annoyingly deep voice boom from the other side.
"We're heading out for dinner, get dry and meet in the lobby in five!"