Aside from the invited guests and crew, there were no others aboard.

The tranquility was only disrupted by the chilling wind. As he turned to retreat, he spotted...

As soon as Forrest turned around, his gaze landed on a lady whose silhouette echoed Laura's.

In a flash, his rationality appeared to escape him and he dashed towards her.

“Laura.”

The lady, a waitress, turned around.

Eyeing the handsome man before her, she inquired, “Sir, how may I assist you?"

Forrest gazed at her intently, his eyes boring into her.

The waitress wasn't merely a Laura lookalike.

She was the spitting image of Laura.

“Are you still breathing? You're really alive?" Emotions welled up in Forrest, a jumble of laughter and tears.

Yet the waitress merely considered him unhinged.

“Sir, perhaps you've mistaken me for someone else?"

Ignoring her confusion, Forrest wrapped her in a desperate embrace.

Suddenly, a loud clatter filled the air.

The plates she was holding dropped, scattering food across the floor.

The delicious food was all over the floor.

Believing she was in the clutches of a harasser, she felt fear which propelled her to wriggle and call for help.

“Help! Someone, help me!"

“Laura, what's troubling you?" Forrest's brow furrowed in confusion at her fear.