Back to California.

Larisa and her four-year-old son, Waylen, eagerly disembarked their plane at California airport. They quickly made their way to the baggage claim area to retrieve their suitcases. As they gathered their belongings, Waylen excitedly pointed out the airplanes passing by outside.

"Mommy, look at the big planes!" Waylen exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.

Larisa smiled at her son's enthusiasm. "Yes, Waylen, they're amazing, we just stepped out of those remember?. we need to focus on finding our suitcases so we can get Home."

After collecting their bags, they headed toward the exit, where they hailed a taxi to take them to their destination.

"Where can I take you?" the taxi driver asked as they climbed into the car.

"We're headed to 1111 Oak St, San Francisco, CA 94117," Larisa replied.

"Sure thing, ma'am," the driver said as he started the car.

Waylen looked out the window as they drove through the city, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling streets.

"Mommy, when are we going