Ana
She got out of the truck and watched as Sloan strolled into view, walked down the steps on that plane and smiled at them. She helped Ocean out of the truck and smiled as she ran off to greet Sloan.
“Be careful Ocean.” She called out. The ground was covered in snow and the runway where the plane sat would be icy she thought, even though it had been cleared of snow and she thought recently.
“Aunty Sloan.” Ocean was calling out as she ran over there, waving her arm.
She and Maddie retrieved their luggage, and locked the truck up. It was parked under what looked like a long carport, there were half a dozen car-parks here, all marked out under it and cleared of snow. It had a slanted roof and what looked to be rolled up and tied up heavy-duty tarps on the long sides, to keep the weather
