Richard Strand is not happy. Mostly because of what he's wearing - another tourist shirt and a pair of jeans. He's at least managed to scrounge up a flannel from what he can only assume is a secondhand store. He feels like an end of the world cliche.

When they pull into the parkinglot with Alex driving, he tilts his head up and stares at Charles De Gulle airport.

A memory swims out of his mind.

"...I've been here before. For a conference? and something else." His brow furrows, "Something else."