The remaining hours of the transatlantic flight passed smoothly for the rest of the passengers. Up in First Class, Leo slept peacefully for four solid hours on the plush lie-flat bed, wrapped in a soft duvet. He woke up feeling completely refreshed just as the gentle cabin lighting slowly began to simulate a soft sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean.
Sarah passed by his suite with a warm breakfast tray featuring fresh fruit, warm croissants, and freshly squeezed orange juice. “We’ll be starting our final descent into London Heathrow in about forty minutes, Captain,” Sarah reported pleasantly, clearing away his empty coffee cup. “Weather on the ground is typical London—cloudy and fifty-two degrees.”