"We're finally here." As the plane slid down the runway, Andrew let out a small laugh.

Natasha looked tense, her face unusually pale.

Andrew glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong, Natasha?"

She lowered her head slightly and glanced around nervously. "Darling, ever since we got on the plane, I've had this feeling… like someone's been watching us. And it's not just one person. There are several heavy presences around us, and it's terrifying."

Andrew smiled faintly. "Yeah, I felt it too.