Misuk called her dogs and walked forward. The others scattered, trying to understand where they were.
Alec, curious as always, insisted on checking the cockpit. Liam followed hesitantly.
"This is definitely not Los Angeles," Alec said nervously.
The pilot, pale, answered in a low voice: "The destination was changed. We received direct orders. The new route was... Mosdow."
Alec laughed incredulously. "Mosdow? That's not even on the map!"
But the pilot could do nothing. Moments later, he pushed the levers and took off again, leaving the young passengers behind.
Alec ran, shouting, but the plane disappeared into the sky. The silence that followed was deafening.
"Why would he leave us here?" Liam whispered.
Alec breathed heavily, looking around. Rusted towers, vegetation creeping onto the runway, and a faded sign: MOSDOW TERMINAL.
"Whatever this place is... we need to find out."
The wind blew hard. For the first time, they felt truly alone.