The plane slowly descended out of the clouds and approached the runway.
We had a smooth landing, the best I've ever had.
Once we were taxied around to a hangar we disembarked. I got my luggage and a luggage trolley to push it around.
I was escorted to a private immigration counter with my passport and visa. I got my passport stamped and I was through immigration. The visa was supplied by the government for an indefinite amount of time. They gave me permanent residency constringent on my continued business in the technology field.
Now, I was on my way to the customs desk. I had some things to declare.
I brought one of my computers and the necessary accessories. I would need to get an adapter for the power outlets but that wasn't a problem.
They were expensive and I wasn't sure if I needed to declare them. As it would turn out I didn't.
With the procedures done I walked out of the airport and got into the car that was waiting for me. One of the pros to spending more that 100 million dollars, is that doors open before you even get there.
They had arranged for my arrival. Once I stepped off of the plane everything would be handled for me. That was a car waiting, ready to take me to the hotel that had been arranged.
Yamato was a different time zone, so I left home at 5:00 AM on a Friday and arrived around 12:00 PM on Saturday. I was going to stay in the hotel until Monday. One, to acclimate to the time shift, and two so I wouldn't get lost.
I'm in a very different country and that comes with a few problems like, my cell phone plan doesn't work in this country. My debit card also won't work in this country. Most certain of all, my language, most definitely will not work here.
I could come across a person every so often that might know it, but that wasn't a gamble I was going to take.
When I was delivered to the hotel, I was delighted with the welcoming sight of a high class establishment.
The front desk was grey with warm yellow under lighting. Two people were manning the front desk, one man and one woman. They both had straight black hair and matching black eyes. Their uniforms were very professional black blazers with white dress shirts.
They got me checked in and had some other staff carry my things up to my room.
Now that I was in the hotel, I was going to be locked down on the premises. Which was fine by me, the hotel has amenities, and I only need to kill a day and a half of time.
The lobby was to the right of the front desk, it had an assorted seating area with some kind of brown flakes hung from the ceiling as a sort of decoration piece. The walls were glass panels from the floor to the tall ceiling. The windows looked out to an outside seating area that overlooked a river.
It was nice in the nobody would ever actually use this, but it looks cool kind of way.
From the lobby was a hallway that ran through the bar. The bar was really nice, it has its own enclosed ambience from the indoor trellis that covered it.
Passing the bar was a more comfortable and secluded lounge.
I got into the elevator and rode up to the floor of the restaurant. I had snacked on the plane, but I wanted a good warm meal on solid ground.
The food I got was great, it helped to settle my stomach from the flight.
After eating I went to my room on the top floor.
I had a nice sized bed which looked out of a wall of floor to ceiling windows, which looked out over a small expanse of one of the largest cities in the world.
I have to admit the view was decent despite my fear of tall buildings and heights. It wasn't my first time sleeping in a building this tall so I wasn't worried about my sleep. Especially because of the day long flight tiring me out.
But, despite being tired I had to persist until night to sleep.
It was like 2:00 AM or so back home. I wanted to call to let them know that I got here safe, but I didn't want to wake them.
So, I just sent a text.
The only one who responded was Layla. I called her and asked, "Hey, what are you still doing awake?"
"I'm working."
"Why? It's like 2 AM right? You should be asleep."
"Yeah. But, I couldn't sleep."
"Becasue of… you know."
"Yeah, I thought I would have felt better by now. But, I guess it freaked me out more than I thought."
"Did you talk to my mom? Or maybe Samantha?"
"No. I don't really know how to bring that up. It's not really something you can drop into casual conversation."
"I guess not, but you need to talk to someone. You can't just avoid it by working in a garage all day and night."
"I can't? Watch me."
"Haha, very funny. But seriously, Samantha, my mom, someone. You need to talk to someone. Don't let this spiral into something bigger than it needs to be. How about a therapist?"
"No! Absolutely not. I will not go to a therapist. I'll talk to Sam, ok?"
"Alright, I'll trust you. Let me know if you need any help, ok?"
"Sure… Well, I've got to go if I want to go back to sleep."
"Alright, then I'll let you go."
"Yep, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
I knew she wasn't going to sleep. She probably wasn't even going to leave the workshop. I doubt she is going to call Samantha. There's not a lot I can do from the other side of the world. I will have to look for Samantha's phone number online or just DM her from social media.
Because Layla needs help, even if she doesn't want it.