Above the Caribbean Sea

Suhail, Ronald and their mother were flying in a private jet from Venezuela to London. First stop was Madrid, though, to refuel. Suhail was sitting comfortable in a wide seat, her thoughts concerned with Aníbal. She really hoped his brother would get better soon. I would have liked to spend more time with Aníbal... Why would dad have called? We are in October, still far from Christmas. Suhail would have liked to stay a little longer in Venezuela, especially because it meant she could have helped with the surprise birthday party that the boys had prepared for Aníbal. Now she'd have to send him just a silly e-card.

As she watched the vastness of the horizon through the window, a friendly hostess with the logo of Plasticorp approached. The company where her father worked was one of the biggest plastic factories in the world, with branches in all the continents.

"Miss, would you like to have chicken or beef?"

"C-c-chicken, please," she said while putting her backrest slightly back.

While she ate the delicious orange chicken, she looked at his brother Ronald, who was lost in his tablet.

"Are we a-a-about to land?"

"Yes. We are approaching the Barajas Airport to refuel and then we'll immediately take off to London."

She remembered the bizarre dream she had: there was a black spotted dog that somehow shined brighter than the sun and it also... spoke...