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The plane landed 2 minutes ago. Everyone took their luggage and proceeded to leave. An hour ago, Arthur had to drink a minute amount of alcohol beverage to ignore his acrophobia. He was kind enough to order one for the old man, even though he hesitated, he finally took the offer. They shared a few moments of silence and talked about books. Arthur just smiled and listened to him... perhaps he is a good soul; after all, he feels bored after being silent for too long, and talking about criminal books is his favorite. He just needs a partner to begin with. So Arthur finally gave up on his silent treatment and felt pity for the old man. They talked for 30 minutes; the man gave him his bookstore address and left when the plane landed. Arthur is the last passenger to leave the plane. Before that, he rechecked everything in his seat.

Arthur finally stepped into Delhi Airport. He smiled at his own feeling of adrenaline rush and excitement to start something new, something good. His hair had grown quite long over these past months; the curls are enough to cover his eyes, and the sunglasses are helping him. He used mild fake tan all over his body and covered his face with a mask. He went outside the airport, hoping to find his car. After waiting under the scorching sunlight for 5 minutes, he finally found his driver, sent by Mr. Kempler's assistant Ravi. He hopped in the car as soon as he saw the airport greeters waiting for him. The car started as he embarked on his journey. Arthur took out his phone, which ended up scrolling for 1 hour, but after that, he started feeling the nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach. The motion sickness keeps coming back every time. He focuses on the road rather than staring at an object or device, which makes the situation worse. The car moves rapidly but not with so much speed. His body bounces each time because of the bumps in the road. He tries to ignore everything and focus on the sky and the road again. It's a busy afternoon; everyone feels alive after monotonous hours in flight. Surely, he doesn't like to communicate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear them. The sky is beautiful, filled with dark grey clouds; the sun is almost covered, making the atmosphere filled with humidity. He notices that the clouds are moving with him. Soon he begins to focus and daydream about his life. With the gush of wind, he felt a strong nauseous feeling in his stomach. He almost gonna throw up in the car. Before he could say anything, the driver observed his uneasiness and opened the car window to let him throw up. Leaving him with a musty taste in his tongue and dizziness. The stimulation of the vomiting was so intense he felt like he going to choke on the vomit. After 2 minutes, he felt normal, and the car started again. He pretended to be asleep even though he is wide awake, but weak.