Warm air and the faint scent of jet fuel greeted them the moment the cabin door opened. The gentle hum of engines blended with the distant murmur of airport activity, luggage trucks rolling, radios crackling, and the faint roar of departing planes.
Timothy was the first to step down from the Gulfstream's stairs, the Singaporean ground staff already lined up to greet him. He turned back, offering his hand to his mother as Evelyn descended carefully, her eyes wide as they took in the view around them.
"It feels… different," Evelyn said softly, glancing around the clean tarmac, where every vehicle seemed to move in perfect order.
Timothy smiled. "Welcome to Singapore, Ma."
Angela hurried past him with a grin. "It's so clean here! Even the air smells nice!"
