Unexpected trip.

Jean and I are off to the airport - we shouldn't be gone for any more than a few days. Got an odd phone call from my father, so I suppose this classes as 'family business'. Don't worry, Alex, the old man didn't start a gang war or anything - if you can catch me before we head out, I'll explain. If not, I'll call from our first layover. (Yes, first. There are going to be a number of them. This is not apparently the season to be flying to Madripoor at the last minute.)