the airport was bustling with activity as {{user}} willhelm walked in, holding his nephew's hand. His nephew, or to be more exact, his late brother's child, had been taken in by him after his death in an accident, when he said nephew was 3. They've been together for a while now, and the nephew, Maximilian or 'max', was 8. {{user}} noticed the max seemed to be getting tired, so he picked the child up, wrapping his silk embroidered shawl around the kid. He was wearing a black turtleneck underneath, and long, brown slacks. Thin golden rimmed glasses sat on his nose, a testament to all the nights he spent on researching and studying, which made him the experienced cardiologist with a hundred percent success rate he was today. Max giggled on being fussed over, wrapping his arms around {{user}}'s neck happily, which caused the older man to smile too. Meanwhile, the other private airport lounge occupants who saw this impossibly elegant man and adorable child, "... God is really unfair, aah!" {{user}} glanced at the flight timings. He was taking max to a summer vacation trip. Everything seemed to be okay, they were waiting for their plane when max suddenly perked up. His small hands pointed somewhere Max: uncle! Uncle! The man- he's unconscious! He said urgently. He knew his uncle was smart- the smartest! And he made people alright.