Several days later...
Miles' flight finally landed at O. R. Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg.
The warm African air greeted him the moment he stepped outside the terminal.
Among the crowd stood a familiar face.
Kenan waved with a wide grin.
"Miles!"
Miles walked over and gave him a quick handshake before taking a step back to look him up and down.
"Woah."
"Have you been living in the gym?"
Kenan laughed.
"My next expedition is in the mountains."
"So I'm training my arms and legs."
Miles nodded approvingly.
"You sound like a movie star preparing for his next action film."
Kenan smirked.
"And you sound like someone pretending he isn't the protagonist in real life."
He picked up Miles' travel bag.
"So..."
"What should I call you this time?"
"Ghost?"
"Miles?"
"Or..."
"Light?"
Miles smiled.
"Miles is fine."
Kenan opened the passenger door of his SUV.
"Then get in, Miles."
"Tonight I'll treat you to dinner."
"We'll have some delicious chicken feet."
