The camera was constantly switching. Some righteous folks had already started protesting on the streets, denouncing the evil terrorists. Zhang Ziwen saw this, a smile playing on his lips. He turned off the small TV, yawned, and stretched. Then, adjusting his seat to a recline, he prepared to sleep all the way to New York. He wondered if Tang Ying was asleep. Her gorgeous face appeared in his mind. He missed her a bit...
The airplane trembled, and the tremendous roar as it geared toward the runway filled the air, speeding, lifting, taking off. Quickly, the high-rises of Tokyo beneath became nothing but tiny specks as the flight to New York disappeared amongst the clouds. Goodbye, Tokyo. As he lay on its side, Zhang Ziwen gazed at the Tokyo beneath his cabin window, vowing silently that he would never return to this place again...
"Excuse me, sir, would you like something to drink?" A very sweet voice, somewhat familiar.
