Kassandra stepped off the plane and was immediately greeted by a sheet of rain to the face.
"Lovely, two minutes on British soil and I already hate the weather," she thought bitterly as her long hair became increasingly plastered to the back of her head.
She shielded her body as best she could as she carried her now soggy carry on with her into the airport.
It was surprisingly quiet, but seeing as how it was the middle of April and the rainy season she didn't expect there to be much traffic in Heathrow.