As they traveled, the women said nothing. They were dressed as pilots, complete with caps, and oversized trench coats. Hans, (the nephew), felt slightly uncomfortable, but didn't know why, there was a chill in the car, even though the heater was on.
After about 30 minutes, they got to the hotel, the women just got out without thanking him, feeling upset and frustrated that he had helped them and they didn't thank him, he began to drive home, then he noticed the caps and tench coats. He drove back to the hotel and handed them to the receptionist at the front.
The next day, the hotel called, saying that two men would like to speak to him. He headed back to the hotel were the men hand him back the caps and coats, the women were standing behind them crying. The men turned sadly to Hans, 'These belonged to our daughters, they were pilots. They were both killed in a plane crash last week, not far from here'. Hans looked at them in confusion, 'But, their right there, behind you', he explained, but the women had gone.
