On their last day in Brussels, Mark and Stephanie woke up when the sun hadn't even shone. November was around the corner and outside was still glum when they finished packing up their luggage.
"Should we say thank you and goodbye to Frost Flower and Chihiro?" Mark asked.
Stephanie stopped her hand that was zipping up the suitcase, reaching for her phone. "Yes, we should. Video call?"
As Mark nodded, Stephanie dialled Frost Flower's contact. It was already seven-thirty a.m., the boys were most probably awake already.
"Morning," Chihiro's stuffy voice answered it. He hadn't answered with a video yet.
"Oh, Chihiro. This is Stephanie and Mark. We're about to leave Brussels this late morning."
A mumble and a faint rustling sound at the other end of the call reached their ears. Did they disturb their morning? As Stephanie remembered, the two also started their day at a normal hour. This time, it was probably that they had burned the midnight oil.
