Somewhere outside the city of Montoverra inside an aeroplane heading to Country V, Tristan watched Palsy cautiously as she sat beside him, draped in his coat because of the cold in the plane.
"Hello?" He said once he noticed she had turned drowsy, but Palsy didn't reply.
"Hello?!" He yelled louder, jolting her awake and alerting the people sitting near him inside the bus, who looked at the two with furrowed brows.
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly, waving his hands at them.
Turning his head sideways, he took his gaze down the row of the plane, locking eyes with his fellow bagmen who were seated at strategic positions, going together but with different identities and to different locations.
It was better this way in order not to raise suspicion or draw attention to themselves.
However, drawing attention to himself was the least of Tristan's problems right now.
