All around her, the sounds faded out.

Suddenly she felt hot, her face flushed.

Her hair fell lightly around her shoulders,

as a stiff blow of air rushed past her.

She didn’t notice the crowd pushing past her, shoving her steadily towards the corner.

“Move!”, grumbled a stern looking woman, as she hurriedly brushed past lugging a heavy suitcase.

In a dazed effort, Samara found her way to a nearby empty chair.

This couldn’t be happening right now.

No, this couldn’t possibly be happening.

Her slim fingers trembled as she slowly lifted her phone to unlock it once again.

please let this be a dream, Samara pleadingly thought.

With a click, her phone unlocked onto the video she had paused in disbelief ten minutes ago.

There it was.

It wasn’t a dream.

In that moment, her chest sank with dread.

Suddenly the lively airport that she had entered excitedly this afternoon seemed to close in on her.