Milo stood in the queue as he waited patiently for his turn to get personal details on the ticket changed. He scanned the small piece of paper with flight information for passenger Jasper Kranc. He still couldn’t comprehend what happened, but the need to get away from England was replaced by the need to find the mysterious man and express his gratitude. This excitement and energy was bubbling underneath his skin making it impossible to stay still. He bounced on his heels, clicked his tongue, and annoyed the office workers enough to open the second line and invite him to the front. Formalities were finished in less than thirty minutes, which gave him time to get some food and water.
When his last paper bag ended in the trash can and his stomach felt perfectly full, the realness of the situ
