“Welcome home then, Mister Smith.” Ms. Harris happily stamped a blue customs stamp on Edward’s passport. Pass the passport back to him with both hands.
Edward Smith took the passport and put it in the pocket of the windbreaker, and then tightened the windbreaker. Putting on the top hat, nodded smiling at Miss Harris and security John. There is no such thing as a slap in the face in traditional novels. He pulled up his big box and walked out of the customs of White Eagle Harbor.