When they got back to Mr. Rice's home, Marlowe and her father immediately began to pile things into Mr. Rice's personal jet, again, some of Mr. Rice's men helping them load their things up properly. Marlowe was quiet the whole time with the exception of when she had to ask if there was a specific place for something. With the help of Mr. Rice's mean, packing the jet didn't take long at all. Marlowe hadn't even broken a sweat, but then again, she let the men to most of the work. Everything seemed so surreal until the jet started and her father hurried her along to get inside. She took a seat in the back away from her father and laid down to sleep again. She didn't want to see herself leaving to where ever it was they were going. "The others won't miss me much." she muttered to herself pulling a blanket up to her chin. "I mean, I wasn't here long after all." She silently stared daggers at the back of her father's seat as she drifted off to sleep, the jet finally departing from Japan.