---- mr. Tailor's Pov---
'Let's get a scan.' I say, while I'm entering the research lab. I lay the passport down underneath the scanner and let the scan begin.
After a few minutes the machine beeps and I take a look at the screen. But the screen is fuzzy and shows nothing. Weird, let's try again. And I start the scan again, and again and again. But every time the same result. Not possible. And I decide, to check the passport. I take my own passport out and lay it next to his passport.
--------ms. Donna pov---
Ҍɑϲƙ íղ եհҽ օƒƒíϲҽ
I have been send to talk to a strange French speaking man. When I enter the room I see the poor guy. I tell him that I can speak French but he prefers English, and since the man is from 'Taured' I'll ask the whereabouts from Taured. 'Taured is a small country.' he begins. 'In Europe.' I nod and write it down. 'Where in Europe?' ask I and I look up to him 'Between the borders of Spain and France.' he says. I frown and walk out of the office. Few minutes later I return and I have mr. Tailor, who is done with scanning the passport, with me. And a map. 'The only country between France and Spain is Andorra.' I say and I lay the map down and point to Andorra. Then we hear a sharp gasp.
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The man from taured
RandomOne hot July day in Haneda Airport, Tokyo likely began as just another excessively warm day for the staff at Customs. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people trotted through the airport without a second glance. That was with the exception of a solitar...
