Passenger seat

2:15 in the afternoon, I finally get inside the plane. Getting new hair color makes me feel like a different person. The plane is about to take off but I haven’t find the man in the picture. James said he will drop me call but all I got is a disposable device full of instruction and burst out after he had just finished talking. He gave me a ring to serve as a tracker and communication device to him and a pile of documents to read. The plane is starting to get off the ground; I suddenly miss my old pillow and my mother’s cookie. He said this will be a long project, when will I can get home?

“I think he ordered you to find someone, but looks like you fail” a low tone voice from the man beside me. I started to turn my head and saw a bearded man in his brown leather coat paired with old moss green scarf.

“I guess he showed you a picture from years ago. Thank God, that eye color didn’t change as we age.” He took off his sun glasses and winked at me.

“I never taught you’ll be this old” and I lean on my seat and hand him my calling card.

“Good to see you again honey, I hope you’ll enjoy your travel.” And he started or rather pretend to read the book that he took off from his side.

“What should I call you then?” to interrupt him

“You are too young to forget, Didn’t I told you that I love to be called as Z? As in Zombie,” trying to hide his laughter.

“When did…” before I finish my word he squeeze my hand and smile.

I stayed quiet until we got off the plane. I am just following him as he walks ahead of me, from his back I am looking at a 6 feet tall man with broad shoulder and an athlete legs hiding under his rugged jeans. We walk straight out of the airport and he is carrying my entire luggage. He grabs a cab and started to load my bag. I am still not sure what was happening and where we are going so as he get inside the cab I ask, “Where are…” he cut me off again “I put your little pouch inside your big bag honey” squeezing my hand again. “To Arlington Street please.”, and the driver stepped on the gas and we are now moving.

“You can sleep if you are tired; I will just wake you up when we get there.”  I lean my back as I watched the beautiful street of London. I want to ask a lot of things to the man sitting beside me but my brain is too tired to process a command to open my mouth. I wonder if James already knows that I got here, playing with the ring that he gave me.