The wind was blowing harder than ever at the airport of Canada. Alen and Isel were trying their best to endure the strong wind, which was just on the verge of blowing them away.
"Dear, this is getting worse, we should have not summoned 'IT' we are ..."
"Don't think about that Isel,"
"How but?! our children are..."
"Tch!" Alen threw his white hair behind with a push by his hand. He was holding a little telephone-like thing in his left hand. Isel, his wife was just beside him, her hands were also occupied with something only she knew what it was.
No one was there at the airport, it was like a ghost airport. Just Alen and Isel and...
A roar, again, in front of Alen, "I have called Chief secretary, he will be coming soon I guess, he should!"
"Dear... don't tell me.. you are giving our company in the hands of that person?" Isel's eyes went wide with that thought.
"Of course not Isel! I can't."
