Twelve hours later, the plane touched down at Cakago Airport.
Jasmine Yale was dreaming, and once again, her mind had wandered back to events of many years ago.
To that winter when she was fifteen.
The dream was long-winded, the scenes blurry.
It was also an airport, Landon International Airport, where she knew someone's plane was due to return to the country that evening.
The last class of the day was English, and her mind was elsewhere, constantly staring out the window.
"Jasmine Yale, make a sentence with the word I just explained," the young English teacher, pushing up her glasses, tapped Jasmine's desk with the textbook.
Jasmine, still dazed, hadn't realized the teacher had come over.
Startled, she quickly stood up.
But she hadn't heard anything at all; how could she know which word the teacher had mentioned?
Her deskmate was anxious but couldn't help her.
