Five years later, at Kaloria Airport.
Mia and her entourage had barely stepped out of the terminal when they were swarmed by a crowd of fans who had gotten word of her arrival.
The fans, ecstatic, surrounded her in layers and held up banners that read "Welcome to Kaloria, Lavi!" Some waved light sticks while screaming her name with wild excitement.
It took a coordinated effort by the airport security and bodyguards to finally carve a path through the throngs of people, allowing Mia and her team to move forward.
As the fans eagerly followed Mia's every step, behind the commotion, two figures—an adult and a kid—emerged from the VIP passage a bit more slowly.
"Brandon, why isn't Mommy walking with us? I miss her already," a little blonde girl asked, her voice quivering.
She wore a star-
