546: Miya Ford Extra Story 7 (Fifth Update)

She had drunk half of the orange juice when Miya Ford collapsed onto the soft sofa in the waiting room, her book falling to the floor. When she opened her eyes again, she was on a plane, her limbs free to move. In the entire cabin, she was the only passenger, accompanied by four men wearing sunglasses and three flight attendants.

"Ma'am, you are awake," said a flight attendant, hands stacked in front of her as she bent down to ask, "Would you like a meal?"

With nervous eyes, Miya Ford replied, "Who are you people?"

This was not a commercial airliner, it was a private plane.

"Where is this plane headed?" she inquired.

The flight attendant informed her, "Bloomington."

Bloomington is the capital of Roshenge.

Miya Ford had never been to Roshenge and had no relatives or friends there.

She speculated, "Is it Mr. Gregner?" she asked, frowning, as the color slowly drained from her face.