Ah, it’s going to rain today.\ That is what I thought as I stood in Priscilla’s personal jet. It started right after I tucked my wife away to sleep. She had one too many drinks to soothe out the pain pouring out of her. not to mention I spent the remaining duration of the flight on a bar stool. Priscilla did not lock her bedroom, but I was not going to share space with her. and the couch where Kyo slept was not big enough for both of us. Thus, I was left with no other choice but to stick my butt on the steel stool, sipping on Japanese sake for the next six hours. It was not easy to put the glass down when the warm liquor calms you more than your own existence. And if I seem a little chipper, there were two reasons behind it. Not much had changed when we landed on Vancouver International Airport. Priscilla was still cold and reserved, and Kyo was still distant. She was also not completely sober, so she was less restrictive of my support. Me and Priscilla offered our shoulde...