Flor wriggled in her seat anxiously. She adjusted her glasses, trying to see if maybe Morgan, Alma, or Rico had boarded the plane when she wasn't looking.

"You think they got lost?" she asked.

Her mother Alicia sat up over for a better look. "If they did, they better hurry. The plane's about to leave."

Her father Raul didn't seem to hear her and instead focused on his phone while he still could. Just as Flor was about to give up hope, the missing trio stumbled into the plane.

"Made it," said Morgan relieved.

They settled into a row of seats near to where Flor and her parents were.

"Where were you guys?" Flor asked.

"We went the wrong way," Alma explained.

"And of course we had to wait on Rico," said Morgan.

"I limped as fast I could," said Rico.

Alica leaned over in her seat.

"You must be Morgan," she said.

Morgan nodded. She noted that she and Flor looked very similar. Both were tall with long limbs and with dark brown hair. However, unlike Flor, Alicia also sported a head of springy curls.

"Hopefully nothing bad."

"Oh no, not at all. But to be honest, I'm always glad whenever she makes new friends."

"Well, I really like hanging out with her. Rico has been really nice too. Even after all the mishaps during his lessons."

Alicia's smile faded. "Lessons? Are you in the circus too?"

At this, Raul looked up from his phone and at Morgan. He was like a gruff version of Rico. Except with graying hair and a mustache.

"No..."

Flor unbuckled her seatbelt. "Rico, switch seats with me."

"I don't feel like getting up," said Rico, furrowing his brow.

"Oh come on. I want to sit next to Morgan."

"Yeah, but I paid for this seat."

"Rico be nice. If your sister wants to sit with her friend, then let her," said Alicia.

With a sigh, Rico got up from his seat. He trudged over to the other side of the aisle while Flor plopped herself next to Morgan.

Alicia gave Rico a concerned look as he sat down. "What happened to your arm and leg?"

"I... tripped," Rico claimed.

His mother pursed her lips but didn't say anything more on the matter. Morgan turned to Alma and Flor. Alma chewed her thumbnail in a guilty manner while Flor fiddled with her fingers.

"Do they not know about...?" she asked, waving her hands in a magical manner.

"They do," said Flor.

The pilot's voice came out of the plane's speakers, letting everyone know that they were leaving soon.

"Are these things fast?" she asked.

"Yeah, but you can hardly notice when you're up in the air," said Flor. "Is this your first time flying?"

Morgan gripped the armrests as the plane lurched forward. "Yeah."

Flor laughed. "Nervous?"

"Maybe a little," Morgan admitted.

"I thought witches loved flying," snickered Rico without thinking.

Alicia swatted his head lightly before scolding him in Spanish.

"No mas era chiste," muttered Rico. "It was a joke."

"Don't worry, it's pretty safe. The only scary part is take off," Flor assured her. "And if there's turbulence or bad weather. But it's been pretty sunny so far."

As much as Morgan wanted to believe her, all she could think about was how Flor can fly and Morgan can't.

She swallowed hard as the plane went faster, speeding down the runway. Alma lightly tapped her on the shoulder before handing her a stick of gun.

"Keeps your ears from popping. Also good for nerves," she said.

Alma popped a piece of gum for herself. She then crossed herself, reciting a quiet prayer. Morgan unwrapped her own gum. She chewed it slowly, trying to calm herself. However, her efforts were in vain once the plane took off.

She clenched her teeth as she was pushed back into her seat by sheer force, her stomach sinking.

Fortunately, this only lasted a few moments. Once high enough, the plane leveled off and glided through the sky at a consistent speed. Morgan let out a sigh of relief.

She looked out the window, watching everything gradually below become smaller and smaller.

"Doing alright?" Flor asked.

"Yeah. Actually, it's kind of nice."

A few hours later, the plane landed in Mexico.

"Home sweet home," said Alma.

The group got off the plane and made their way through the airport, going through checkpoint after checkpoint until they reached the exit.

A mass of people spilled out the airport, ready to leave to their respective destinations. Among them stood a short man with a big friendly grin on his face. He waved to the group, calling them out to them.

"[Over here!]"

"[Tio José!]" Flor cried out as she ran over to him.

"[Hey look! It's la Floricita! But now you're taller than me!]" José laughed. "[What happened to your brother? Decided to be a lion tamer instead?]"

"[Nah, an acrobat,]" Rico joked.

Morgan hung back with Alma while José chatted with the family. José pointed at Morgan.

"[You adopted an American?]" he asked Alma jokingly.

"[Oh no. She's Flor's friend. She's staying with us for the summer,]" chuckled Alma.

José nodded. He shook Morgan's hand, saying something in Spanish. Raul stifled a laugh. Alma rolled her eyes.

"What he say?" asked Morgan.

"Wanted to know if you were adopted," said Flor.

"And not to let you get turned you into a frog," said Rico.

* * *

The sky had turned into a dark purplish-blue by the time they arrived at the town. A couple of stars had even appeared.

José passed by several small pastel-colored houses until stopped in front of a large ornate iron gate. Behind it stood a large two-story house that towered its surrounding neighbors.

Raul and Alicia got out and began unloaded their bags. Morgan unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Not our stop," yawned Rico.

Flor rolled down her window.

"[Can I stay with Tia Alma tonight?]" she asked.

"[Are you sure?]" asked Alicia.

"[Yeah, I want to help Morgan settle in.]"

Alicia turned to Raul. He shrugged. "[If that's what you want.]"

Flor sat back down, though part of her had secretly hoped that they would suggest that both girls could stay over at the summer home for the night.

José started up the car again.

"[Next stop, the witch's house!]"