Two bottles of water and a cup of strong, black coffee later, Prandi felt more like herself. She and Gladys were seated at a Starbucks inside the airport near their gate, C-18. Boarding wouldn’t start for another two hours…if it started at all.

“Ooh, maybe that last Bloody Mary was a mistake,” Gladys moaned as she massaged her left temple. Prandi handed her a bottle of water and patted her on the shoulder.

Their attention was diverted by a commotion by the security gate. They could see someone running full-tilt towards the gate, a line of officers fast on his tail.

Gladys perked up. “This airport’s seen more action today than a Las Vegas brothel! Wonder what’s going on?”

Prandi watched in disbelief as the man shoved the security guard out of his way and ran straight towards her, his sky blue eyes locking with hers.

“Jameson?” she breathed.

“PRANDI! WAIT FOR ME RIGHT THERE !”

Prandi could see another familiar face in the throng, a taser raised menacingly in his right hand.

“Oh no, not Officer Milo…”