The plane began to taxi slowly on the runway, sitting in the first-class cabin of St. Poseidon, tasting the wine in his glass while looking out the porthole at the small Eastern city.

He gently stroked his hair and said to the Kendley housekeeper sitting in the back row, "Has the stranger gone back yet?"

"The ship should be ashore in one day." The Kendley housekeeper responded respectfully.

"What a shame... I failed again." Saint Poseidon laughed at himself.

"This is an accident." Kendley's housekeeper said.

"There are no accidents in the world!" Saint Poseidon said coldly, "I've had enough, you know, Kendley, I've had enough. I don't want to...