TOUCHDOWN

"We're just a few hours away from The Resort's Island, Bien. the lady professor-turned-pilot informs her broad-shouldered husband as she flips some switches on the jet's upper console. "Better let Mama and your Dad get ready to meet us…"

Hero is still dressed in his usual rugged wear, which are his favorite stonewashed light blue jeans and his favored black leather jacket, dark blue-it's-almost-black sleeveless, shirt complete with ankle-high ebony leather boots. "Let them relax, Lye. After all, they're not going anywhere. I'm sure they'll just be in their executive offices waiting for us to arrive, cherry pie," he infers as he stretches and places his interlocked long and manly fingers behind his neck.