Two days later, Poul and Amelia arrived at the Port of New York. Walking down the gangway, they set foot on solid ground, officially disembarking from the ship. They looked around as if looking for someone.
"There they are!" Amelia pointed her fingers to the distance.
"Where?" Poul looked to where Amelia was pointing, and there were Jonathan and Caroline, standing by the automobile, waving their hands at them.
They quickly head towards the two.
"Just in time!" Jonathan exclaimed enthusiastically. "We've been eagerly waiting for your arrival. You must have so many stories to share! So how did it go? Did the Sauds accept the proposal…"
Jonathan trailed off, his enthusiastic voice fading into concern as his gaze fixated on something he had noticed on Poul's face. Furrowing his brow, he interrupted himself mid-sentence, unable to ignore the peculiar sight any longer.
