Here we were, off of the island for the first time in seven years.
None of us- Aly, Cass, Daria, Aito, Eloise, Gunnhild, Camillo, and everyone else (except Marco), had left since the run-in with Morty Reese back in Egypt. Not even to receive a Loculus and restore them. It was to avoid any risk of running into someone who thinks he'll win an Emmy for journalism.
After the wedding, Aly and I decided to honeymoon for about two weeks in Paris and New Jersey, since I wanted Paris and she wanted New Jersey.
We spent the week before marrying arguing, and then we reached a compromise (at the discretion of our parents) and agreed to go to Paris first for a week, and then New Jersey.
And as of right now, it seemed like a perfect compromise.
"I just hope we don't get discovered by you know who," Aly whispered. In front of us was a vast sea of people, some dressed in business suits, some leaving the country, and some obviously tourists who didn't know French.
Luckily for us, Daria through together a phrasebook for us so we wouldn't get into a really bad situation.
"Are you ready?" I looked at my new wife.
"Yes," she smiled at me.
I took our luggage and Aly's hand.
World, I thought, here we come.
And we began walking towards the crowd.