The guests waiting by the beach for the ferry, be it the young and energetic young men who were chasing their dreams in this supernatural realm, or the mature and stable middle-aged men who wanted to develop a career in the second spring, all of them had a better expression than those who left the islands as though they were fleeing yesterday. Even so, they still appeared to be slightly sad and gloomy.
The more uneasy and irritable one felt, the slower the time passed. Adding on to the noisy announcement of "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! There will be strict security checks in New York Harbor…", it made them felt even more irritated.
Finally, a rash-looking young man who had a height of about two meters and was carrying a huge mountain bag close to one meter high suddenly grabbed his blonde hair that was less than an inch long and shouted, "Hey soldiers! You guys are not some nightclub DJs! Just mute that speaker right now!"
