The aircraft is aloft, en route to a secure destination, and flying at a low altitude. Sarah is napping in a seat, and Miles tucked her in with a blanket. Miles reclined in the chair to also get some rest. Anthony gazed out the window, observing the blue sky and cloud formations that resembled cotton balls. Since boarding the plane, he hasn't spoken, and Kathy may be the one to explain the situation, as it's likely not the most suitable time, particularly while everyone is still in shock. Kathy stood up, walked to her bag to retrieve her mother's journal, and as she did, a picture slipped out; she picked it up to examine what was hidden behind it.
“My father Theo Mistlow, and my God-father Frances Claymore,”
Kathy flipped the picture over and saw two men on the beach, holding beers and
