Jack moved ahead of them all, calm but alert, his presence anchoring the room like gravity itself. But before he reached the cockpit corridor, the DragonJet gave a soft upward lift—gentle, harmless—as though someone nudged the entire aircraft with a single push.Then… silence.No alarms. No vibrations.Just a faint recalibration hum.The AI voice returned softly:> “Anomaly resolved. Turbulence minimal. Flight path stable.”Sarah blinked. “Wait—that’s it?”Emily let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I thought we were about to drop out of the sky.”Jackson slumped dramatically against the wall. “Man… my heart just did cardio.”Matilda puffed her cheeks. “I wasn’t scared.”Ryan snorted. “Lies.”Jack turned back to them, completely unbothered. “It’s normal. The jet auto-corrected before anything happened.”Ryan stared. “Jet auto-corrected? Bro… your jet has better reflexes than me.”Jack walked past him, tone casual. “That isn’t hard.”Ryan blinked. “Wow. Disrespect.”

Jackson scrambled back to his corner, breathing hard, sweat streaking his forehead. “Alright… enough messing around. I’m going serious now. No jokes. No tricks. All fury.”Jack leaned casually on his paddle, a lazy grin teasing his lips. “Fury? Bro… you’re cute when you try to be scary.”Matilda clapped her hands. “Daddy’s showing his little brother how it’s done!”Emily chuckled. “Careful, Jackson. That’s not just skill. That’s pure humiliation in progress.”Jackson’s jaw tightened. “I’ll take my humiliation with pride… and then I’ll come back swinging.”He served again, faster, tighter, slicing the ball like a chef carving meat. The ball spun, hugging the edges of the table with a menacing curve. Jack tilted his paddle and… tap. The ball curved just right, teasing Jackson, bouncing perfectly into a corner he hadn’t anticipated.Jackson lunged. Scraped. Missed. The ball bounced off the table and rolled gently toward him. He snatched it midair and flung it back, slightly shaky.“Hmm…”

Just the promise of the next throw.But promises on the DragonJet rarely stayed quiet for long.Ryan twirled the next dart between his fingers like it was Excalibur. “This is it. The moment destiny shifts in my favor.”Emily snorted softly. “Destiny has been actively avoiding you all night.”Sarah sipped her water. “Honestly, destiny filed a restraining order.”Ryan glared dramatically. “Stop ruining my anime moment.”Jack stepped forward, rolling his wrist casually. “Let’s make it interesting.”Ryan’s eyes widened. “Oh no. No. No new rules. Every time you say that, I end up on the floor.”Jack smirked. “Closest to bullseye wins ten points.”Jackson, already holding the scorecard like a referee in training, perked up. “TEN?? WHAT ABOUT THE ONE-POINT SYSTEM??”“Boost round,” Jack said calmly.Ryan gulped. “Boost round? Why does that sound like the prequel to my funeral?”Matilda jumped excitedly. “BOOST ROUND!! BOOST ROUND!! DADDY’S GONNA WIN!”Ryan raised a hand. “Matilda. Sweet child

The DragonJet hummed softly beneath their feet, but inside the recreation lounge, time had frozen. Two silhouettes—one tall, relaxed, legendary… the other young, fiery, and stubbornly determined—stood poised at the throwing line like duelists ready to rewrite history.Jack Parker vs. Jackson Parker.Father vs. son.Titan vs. rising star.Matilda hugged her pillow tightly. “This is so intense… I can’t even blink…”Ryan groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. “If this keeps going, I’m filing a complaint with the Federal Emotional Damage Association.”Emily gently patted his arm. “There’s no such thing.”“There will be,” Ryan muttered. “After tonight.”But neither Jack nor Jackson paid attention to the audience. Their eyes were locked on the dartboard—two warriors measuring pride, skill, and the unbearable competitiveness in their DNA.Jack rolled a fresh dart between his fingers. “Ready, champ?”Jackson cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Born ready.”Ryan whispered, “He definitely wasn

The group settled into seats, still talking, still laughing, still imagining the world waiting below them.For the first time in hours, the DragonJet lounge fell into a soft, warm quiet. The kind that comes after massive excitement—like everyone’s heartbeat had finally slowed down, but their minds were still racing joyfully.Matilda curled up on the couch with a blanket. Jackson stretched out on the floor like he was claiming territory. Ryan sat cross-legged with a bowl of popcorn he swore he didn’t grab from the storage unit. Emily rested against the side of the chair, tapping her fingers rhythmically. Sarah leaned quietly against Jack’s side.Jack looked at the countdown one more time… then exhaled.“Three weeks…” he murmured. “Just three more weeks.”“Three weeks too long,” Ryan said dramatically, eating popcorn like a vacuum cleaner.Jackson nodded. “Yeah. I feel like we’ve been floating forever.”“Four months,” Emily corrected.“Exactly,” Jackson replied. “Forever.”Matilda rolle