Rachel's POV

I took a boat to Britain because I was pretty sure Poseidon would try not to kill me. I knew Philby was taking a plane, so he will beat me there. It's not a race though, and better safe than sorry. I stood on the deck.

Suddenly I noticed an older man in a tropical shirt with a beard staring at me. A family darted between us and when they moved, the man was gone. I didn't understand why it concerned me so much, but it did. Who was that guy, I thought. And what did his presence mean? I didn't know, but I took his appearance as a bad omen.

Philby's POV

I was in an airplane. I'd been in airplanes before, I'd even been in a private jet before, but it was nothing like the anxiety that filled me now.

I hadn't been back to my home country since before I moved to Florida. I miss some aspects of Great Britain, but I love Orlando. I have six really good friends there. But I did miss seeing Ron. I only occasionally saw Rachel anyway because her family has been living in New York for generations. But I did see her more often in Britain.

I looked out my window and my breath caught. It had been so long since I'd been here, and it was hard to believe, but I remembered everything. My old house would not be visible from the plane and that's the only thing I wished I could see on this flight. We would be landing in 15 minutes. I couldn't wait.

When I got off the plane, I looked around until I spotted Ron and Mrs. Weasley. I walked over to them. "Philby! How wonderful to see you again," cried Mrs. Weasley, giving me a big hug. "Hey," said Ron, patting me on the back. "We better go before the crowds get crazy," Mrs. Weasley told us. And with that we started walking out.

I knew Ron was embarrassed by his mom, but I thought she was great. She reminded me of my friend Finn's mom, Mrs. Whitman. The only difference was Mrs. Whitman loved to bake cookies. "When we pick up Rachel and get home, I'll make us all some cookies," Mrs. Weasley declared. Well, scratch that. They are exactly the same.

We got to the car. It was pretty old. I'm pretty sure they had this car when I left over 6 years ago. And they'd had it ages before that. Ron and I got in the back and Mrs. Weasley drove the ancient car to the port.

Rachel's POV

When the boat docked, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Philby were waiting for me. I hugged Ron, although he resisted and it was awkward. I hugged Philby and he hugged back, though also awkwardly. And Mrs. Weasley rapped me in a hug before I had the chance to hug her.

We quickly left for the car. It was an old car. I mean prehistoric, before the gods were born old. I got in and asked Ron quietly, "Are you sure this thing isn't going to fall apart?" He laughed and said, "Of course. It may be three thousand and eight years old but it's in good condition. Well, in as good a condition as a three thousand and eight year old car can be." I laughed at his joke. "That was a joke, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he laughed.

I noticed Philby was quietly looking out the window. He was typically quiet but I had the feeling something was on his mind. "You ok?" I asked, tapping his shoulder. "Yeah, it's just... I haven't been here in while, that's all," he said. "Yeah..." I said quietly. It had been a long time for him. I came down almost every one or two years. We rode the rest of the way in silence.

Willa's POV

I looked at the computer again. I hated that Philby had left it with me. It was as if he expected something bad to happen. I had a bad feeling about the whole thing. I glared at the computer, as if it was causing all of my problems. I tried to dismiss the uneasy feeling growing inside my stomach, but honestly, I knew there was literally no way this could end well.