After security.
Extra checks for the cats, papers stamped, carriers zipped.
Two cats, one child, 350 kg tagged to follow.

Asuha found a quiet corner.
They ate. They showered.
The little one parked with a bear and enough Bluey to cross the Pacific.
The city slipped into cloud.

Sixteen hours of night.
Tray tables up, headphones on.
Ganz finally pressed War of the Rohirrim
a first watch between chapters.

This is the part no one posts:
the calm before the work,
the systems that keep people steady,
the promise carried gate to gate.

Two cats. One child. 350 kilos.
They crossed an ocean to keep a promise.