Mark sat comfortably and closed, trying to catch some shut-eye. The others were talking while eating the packs of chips and biscuits James bought from the private airport.
[A few minutes passed]
The road was empty in the morning. Dewdrops and mist covered the air, making it hard for Damion to drive fast.
"No need to hurry that much. Fatty can wait... Drive properly," Mark said in a grumpy voice while noticing the dense mist around the road.
"Here you go," Alice handed Mark a cup of coffee.
"Thanks, Haaaa," Mark took the cup of coffee and yawned, "By the way, the weather report never said anything about fog or mist... It was supposed to be a clear day. Isn't it?"
Alice opened her laptop and checked their company's weather report, "Yeah... It's supposed to be clear and sunny today. This is weird. They never get the reports wrong."