A Journey, A Coincidence, A Memory

Chapter 15: Lara

January 20, 2022, 9:10 am

"Come on, say it quickly!" I say when that announcement gave us a bad sign.

"Okay, so we will go back to the baggage area and hide in that same air cargo box we were in earlier. In that way, we will safely get out of the plane without the police noticing. Then, we will wait for the flight back to Los Angeles and hop in one of the boxes going there. We can then make it home safely." Maisie depicts

Woah, I got to admit; that's actually a smart plan. I reply in shock, "Great thinking, Maisie. But how will we go without the flight attendant noticing? I mean, they can easily go to people who haven't fastened their seatbelts."

"We will leave it fastened without us on it."

"Then that's a plan. Let's get going," I simper enthusiastically.

We walk all the way to the back of the plane, where that door to the baggage area is hidden. We stumble constantly, due to the fact that the plane is reclining to its landing position. We use all our power to overcome these obstacles and made it to the back of the plane, without any flight attendant noticing. I bolt the door open, enter inside and shut it back. We took help from each other into getting into the cargo box. Afterwards, we closed the box with a cover and sigh a relief of success.

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Within seconds the plane touched the ground and it swiftly runs along the runway until it comes to a complete pause. I am literally huddled tight to Maisie; I hate landings.

I can already feel the reclining conveyor belt taking this box somewhere and we wait till we come to a complete silence environment. We pulled ourselves out of the box and quietly made it out of the storage room.

We take a step outside the airport and smell the fresh air of London.

"I can't believe we're actually in London!" Maisie enthuses.

"Me neither, we should probably head back into the airport and see what time the next Los Angeles flight is," I remind her.

We re-enter the airport and stare at the flight boards, skimming each and every board. We found the label 'Los Angeles' flying with American Airlines.

"Ugh ... the next Los Angeles is in seventeen hours! We can't wait that long!" Maisie complains.

"Well, we'll just have to stay here I guess," I reply pessimistically. We head on to one of the airport chairs and relaxingly take a seat.

"Now what?"

"Now, we'll sleep I guess," that's the least we could do for now.

I'm glad my sleeping problem is solved; I can goback to instant sleeping mode again. I recline my chair backwards with myeyelids slowly covering my bright pupils. At that instant, I went to sleep.