Today is the first of December, today is the day to return. The alarm sounds, it is four in the morning. Jump out of bed and put on the clothing prepared the night before. Wheel the suitcase into the hallway, then take it downstairs.
Meanwhile, the brother has risen from bed and has cleared away yesterdays dead mice and is making coffee. There is a short conversation, the coffee is drunk, then it is time to go. The way to the motorway is bare of traffic, the motorway itself has speeding professionals driving their vehicles to wherever they are bound, avoiding the traffic jams that will occur later on in the day.
The airport is quiet, there are few people under way, now in the time between the winter holidays and Christmas. People with masks and small baggage, all being searched and their baggage scanned.
The aircraft is not even one-quarter full, the covid pandemic is the most likely culprit.
There is time for sleep during the short, two and a half hour flight.
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