Nearly nine hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The private jet quietly cruised through the sky, the oceans outside having just barely disappeared.
A massive rocky desert appeared in its place, with not a hint of civilization in sight.
Theo sat beside the window, quietly staring down at the unfamiliar landscape below.
'We should be getting close,' he thought.
Most of the others had grown tired throughout the flight.
Jim slept peacefully with his arms still crossed, faint snores echoing out occasionally.
Iris had quietly fallen asleep too, though her posture remained perfect in every way, making it almost impossible to notice.
Owen lay on his chair like a mess with his head resting against Lyra's shoulder.
Meanwhile, Lyra continued reading her magazine, seemingly unbothered by the weight leaning against her.
'Peaceful,' Theo thought, glancing back out the window. 'Almost like the calm before the storm.'
