If it never rains in California then surely they had landed in the wrong place because the rain was pouring down in buckets as the plane hit the runway of LAX. Karen stood and stretched after the little jet came to a complete stop. She looked over at Isaiah. The rough flight had been hardest on him. He had spent the majority of his time in the tiny bathroom at the back of the plane as the Lear bounced through air pockets and thunderstorms. "We‟re on the ground now, Iz." He sat with his eyes shut tight and she thought she saw tears in them as he got up and wiped his face with his hands. He smiled bravely before taking her hand. "Welcome to the land of sunshine," he said courageously. "That‟s Florida." "Close enough, see, look." The dark, gray sky met his pointed finger and he laughed. "Oh well, I guess you‟re right." The limousine met them at the foot of the stairs leading down from the little plane that shivered on the runway, buffeted by the winds even at a stand still. "I get the feeling we were lucky to have landed at all." "Don‟t say that!" He never did take flight humor or sarcasm well. Karen shook her head and squeezed his hand as all four of them jumped into the waiting car, soaked to the skin from the few minutes outside. To Isaiah‟s amusement the kids jumped around the back of the big vehicle like excited toddlers, thrilled at the luxury of the long machine and in awe of the massive estates. They pointed and shouted with every grand palace they passed.