It was raining hard outside. You could hear claps of thunder and the rain pounding on the roof. Tomorrow Jack and I were due to go to New Jersey. It had been a while since we'd last been in America. It was nice to think that we were returning to our home country.
But it was also scary. How would have America have changed since we'd last been there? Were there any shootings? Had Donald Trump become president? I hoped not. That would be horrible.
What was also scary was the fact that Morty Reese could have told the whole country about G7W. If he did, it was the end of us.
I could tell Jack was just as excited and afraid of going back to America as I was. I'd see him grow tense whenever I mentioned America.
I sighed. Would we see ourselves bombarded by media repeatedly? If we were, then it would be my fault, since it was my idea that we should go to New Jersey for our honeymoon, despite Jack saying otherwise.
"Don't worry," he said as we got to our hotel here in Paris. "We just need to stay calm and have no fear."
I sighed again. Despite me having a lot of fear, I would have to stay calm. That's the only way things would work out.