A Journey, A Coincidence, A Memory

Chapter 18: Maisie

January 20, 2022, 10:30 am

Is it possible to sleep in an airport? Because I can't.

I think it's possible for Lara though since she's leaning continuously unto me. She additionally doesn't feel annoyed when I try to push her away. I think she's dreaming about her sleep.

I think I have tried over four hundred sleeping positions and none of them is comfortable. Well, I can't sleep and who needs to sleep anyway? I'm sure I already slept when I passed out.

I recline my chair forwards and pull open my backpack. Oh ... I almost forgot that I didn't pack anything entertaining and my phone is out of battery. I scan my surroundings, looking for something I can get interested in. Someone was then pointing at me and Lara; I recognize who that is ... Oh no.

I am literally killing Lara's arm to wake her up since that flight attendant and police officers are coming toward us. I eventually give up and put Lara on a luggage cart instead. I rush out of the airport and head towards Tower Bridge.

Did I just commit theft? And it is kind of weird carrying a passed out girl on a luggage cart on the most famous London landmark. I can clearly tell from the people's faces I pass through.

I run, like a galloping horse, across the bridge as fast as I can. The moment I made it to the other side, a ship needed to pass, so the bridges were lifted upwards with the police on the other side. At least that stopped them ... for a while.

I make my way to London city, where I hide in between two buildings. I'm probably going to be treated like a criminal now since I got away from the police.

I sit on the ground with my heart thumping blood really fast. I do have a bruise on my arm which is literally killing me now. My arms are at stake of pain due to holding the luggage cart for an extremely long time. I ran away from a criminal and now a police? Am I the good guy or the bad guy?

I try to wake up Lara again, but it's no hope. I really don't know whether she's sleeping or not. I pour some water into her mouth and she magically woke up; I guess she had lack of water.

"Where am I?" she asks.

"In the middle of escaping the police," I reply sardonically.

"What the- What do you mean?" She blurted.

"Well, we got caught by the police that was supposed to pick us up, so then I ran for my life along with you on this luggage cart," I explain as I point towards the luggage cart.

"You did what?!" Lara seems awfully stunned right now and I wave at her to break her reverie.

"It's fine, Lara. No need to worry. So I guess we'll have to wait for twenty-four hours for our flight now, they delayed it due to the thunderstorm there."

"Ugh ... when will this all get over? And where will we stay, exactly?"

"We can't stay at the airport; they will probably catch us if we do. Maybe we should stay in a motel, I have a hundred dollars with me which will surely be enough for a one-night stay. What about you?"

"I have enough too."

"Okay great," I enthuse.

We head on to a motel named 'Tower Bridge Motel' and safely check in. We proceed to our room eagerly and quickly unlock the bright white door with our cards. We hop onto our bed and watch TV; it's the least we could do after a runaway from the police.