Catrina and I arrive at the airport by sunset, the first few fragments of light just starting to make their way across the sky. I let her down and held my bundle of clothes to my chest, hiding behind a tree to change. I hand Catrina back her tunic and step out, hair cleansed in a stream and white again. My hair needed a good brush, but we had to get home.
We both walked out into the air field, workers preparing a flight to England, not where we wanted to go. I just had to wait until I saw a luggage truck with workers talking about America to leave. Only one problem.
My mate and brother were nowhere to be found.
"You have to be kidding me." I groan and two white figures jump out at us, scaring Catrina but I stand firm.
"We are." Hotah says, picking up Catrina in a bridal hold and kissin
