Prologue
Prologue
The landing was as smooth as they get. Though when you’ve been flying for a combined total of nearly eighteen hours, you’re happy to set foot on solid ground one way or another. This time was no exception for Sam, he hated flying. It was a fact that he reminded himself of over and over since leaving Toronto. Despite this fact, he had decided that it was worth it to suffer a little to go on the trip of a lifetime.
Now, sitting on a bus, being driven to their destination, Sam wondered what he was ever worried about. He felt relaxed, but he was also brimming with excitement for the possibilities. As he gazed out the window, Sam slowly drifted sleep.
The flights had been long, and they had passed through several time zones. His four peers had fallen asleep pretty much the second they sat down. He suspected they had assistance from some sleep medication. For several hours Sam scrolled through inflight movies, unable to decide which one he wanted to watch. He had read a few chapters of a book when he felt himself growing tired. Determined to finish his current chapter, Sam pushed onward through heavy eyelids. When he reached the point where he knew he was losing the battle, and he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer Sam felt a soft tap on his shoulder.
