The travelers had been patiently waiting an hour for their flight, which was yet another hour away. They were all sitting in the uncomfortable seats at the Ezeiza International Airport, near the city of Buenos Aires, and Chandice, Mike and Taro were dozing, while Jack read his emails on his cell phone, using the airport wifi. Zhi walked anxiously down the long corridor looking every so often at the entrance doors of the terminal, and Nick in turn watched Zhi with a bit of jealousy.
Finally, among the passengers and relatives arriving to check-in for international flights, Aulric's tall, slim figure appeared, pushing a very old wheeled airplane bag while he carried his heavy backpack on his back. Zhi gave a small cry of joy and ran to hug the newcomer, while Nick, hurt, looked elsewhere.
Jack stepped forward to meet the boy and shake his hand.
"Have you traveled well?"