(FIVE DAYS LATER: IKEBUKURO DISTRICT, TOKYO, 12:20 PM)

Upon hearing of his father's demise and his mother asking him to return home to the United States, Amnon called the company where he was newly hired and decided not to push through with his training and employment. In his part-time job, he had filed his resignation. During the week, he made a lot of arrangements for clearing out his rented property. From the university, he went there and also took his diploma and transcript of records. Amnon busied himself which he has been preparing before going home. He declined his change of visa application from student to working.

At the same day, he had received his messages from his Japanese and foreign student friends, giving him condolences to his family. Just this morning, Amnon finished packing up his belongings into the boxes and placed his clothes and important things into his suitcase. Then, he talked with the landlady and paid his remaining rental and utility expenses for the month, giving her the keys. The American engineer was all set to go home as he had a plane ticket and a boarding pass from a stopover flight from Tokyo to Moscow and Moscow to New York. He was so sure he would go home in time.

This time, Amnon was eating a bowl of instant ramen for lunch and a bottle of green tea from the nearby convenience store which he didn't want to prepare food for himself. Gloomily looking at the family photo from his phone, he heavily sighed after finished chewing his noodles and sipping his soup. Then, he gulped his green tea from the clear plastic bottle.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door which he never expected a visitor. The blonde bespectacled man instantly stood up, threw the empty bowl and plastic bottle into the trash can, and instantly opened the door, peeking at the opening.

" Who is it? " he curiously asked.

" Amnon-kun, it's me Yuri, " a female voice answered. " Can I come in and talk to you? I have some going away present for you. "

Amnon slightly smiled and slowly opened the door. A raven haired lady in her twenties was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt and a dark knickerbocker pants. Yuri placed the gift on the floor for a while and removed her shoes, putting them on the side near the door. Then, she took the gift as Amnon received it.

" Thanks, Yuri, " he replied and held it. " I'm sorry I don't have anything to give...Oh, wait! That stuff toy, I placed it into the table! "

" Amnon-kun, you don't need to bother yourself. Your things are already packed! " Yuri wryly grinned and chuckled.

" No, no. I forgot to give it to you last New Year's Eve. It won't take long! Please have a seat on the floor. "

" Right, sure..."

Yuri sat down on the floor and saw Amnon rushing into his bedroom. She waited for him to return and noticed the boxes and the luggage when she sadly sighed. Finally, the blonde man left his room, closed the door, and held a brown teddy bear with a red bowtie on its neck. Yuri was surprised to see it as she smiled and received the teddy.

" Amnon-kun, arigatou! " she happily replied.

" Dou itashimashite, " he smiled back and bowed at her.

" Is that a prize you claimed in Akihabara? "

" Yeah. I was able to catch perfectly from that crane game. I should say thank you for that gift too. "

" Oh, you're welcome. I guess your flight will be tomorrow afternoon? "

" Yep, " he nodded and let out a sad sigh. " I'm gonna miss this place for good. My mom and sister expects me to go home. "

" I understand, Amnon-kun, " she replied and looked concern at him. " I'm sorry for the loss of your father. You loved him so much. "

" It was so unexpected...I was about to rejoice of getting hired and something happened to him..." the blonde bespectacled man sadly bowed his head and silently wept. " I just didn't know how and why..."

Yuri sadly sighed and saw her American friend grieving and weeping. He gently removed his glasses and wiped his eyes with a tissue. For him, it was too painful to hear the bad news. Amnon wanted to stay in this country, but there was an unexpected turn of events that made him to go home. Yuri felt sorry for him and understood his grief, recalling the day when her grandmother had passed away from an illness. This time, she had to listen at her friend's story about his father and hugged him, comforting a bereaved friend. The flat was almost empty, but his unrelenting sadness and grief had remained.

" Amnon-kun, it's okay to cry, " she calmly broke her silence. " I'm not sure what to say, but I want you to know I care. "

" Thanks for listening and being there for me, Yuri..." he weakingly answered and wiped his face, returning his glasses. " Too bad, I really have to go home. "

" It's okay. When you return to America, I'm still there chatting with you. I really want to know if you will be doing fine. "

" I will..." he sincerely answered and held his girlfriend's hands. " Thank you... "

" You're welcome. "

(THE NEXT DAY: NARITA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, 12:30 PM)

As Amnon had arrived an hour earlier from Tokyo by Metro, he finished his registration and placed his other belongings into the baggage area where they could be shipped and handled to the airplane. Then, he ended up eating in the fastfood area of the airport and waited for his connecting flight to New York by going to Moscow as his temporary stop-over. He looked at the watch and reminded himself to catch up his boarding time at 1 pm. The blonde man finished chewing his cheeseburger and drinking his softdrink. He left the place and headed his way to the Terminal 1 North Wing of the airport for International Flights.

Going around with the busy crowd, he moved his head and noticed a large white containment cell. Amnon became very suspicious and curious of what was inside it. Just then, he was hindered by some Caucasian and African-American people in dressed in black suits. The blonde bespectacled man cocked his eyebrows and curiously tilted his head.

" I'm sorry you're not allowed to get near and tamper into the subject, " a brunette man in his early forties smiled and approached him. " This is strictly confidential and dangerous."

" Right... thanks..." Amnon nodded no furiously and slowly stepped away along with his luggage, becoming fearful.

He headed into the mentioned place where his airline ticket had indicated. Just on the terminal's clear window, he noticed a few herd of airplanes and closely eyed on the Aeroflot. He turned to his smart watch and checked it was nearly quarter to one. Amnon ended up in a small queue of people in the boarding area as the flight attendant kept taking the boarding passes. He waited for his turn as the redheaded Caucasian woman smiled at him. Amnon showed his passport, plane ticket, and a boarding pass. The Russian lady stamped it and took his pass. The blonde American politely smiled back at her and respectfully bowed.

Amnon walked into a tunnel going to the plane and sighed, realising he was leaving Japan for good. There were other people with him who walked into the Aeroflot's interior. Finally, he reached and entered the economy class. It was a row of comfortable upright bluish-grey seats with a large orange trimming on its head. Amnon placed his luggage at the compartment and backpack on his feet area and took his seat near the window where he could see a glimpse of Mt. Fuji and Tokyo skylines from a distance.

As the Aeroflot passengers took their seats, a dark haired lady flight attendant appeared and instructed them of what to do inside the plane and during the flight. Amnon was attentively listening and making sure he would do those instructions. Minutes later, he heard a male voice from the intercom, speaking English in a hard Russian accent.

" Welcome aboard to Aeroflot Flight 798. In five minutes, we are departuring from Tokyo's Narita International Airport to Moscow's Sheremetyevo. The flight's duration is ten hours and thirty minutes. Please expect a blizzard and low temperature once we land in Moscow. Our flight attendants are available to assist you in this flight. Please buckle your seatbelts, we are ready to take off. "

Amnon buckled up and looked at the distant view of Mt. Fuji and Tokyo as he felt the International plane was gradually ascending. He sighed and gloomily eyed on the imagery.

" I'll visit you soon, Yuri along with my other friends. I might see you guys again in America. "