On the ground squeezed into a small corner near a locked door, a young lady laid down and took a nap. She had missed her flight and was dozing off since she had a seven-hour wait until the next flight. She was carrying a small black backpack with a name card that proclaimed her name to be Audreya Cavin. Small freckles littered her face from her Irish decent, and her dark brown hair swirled down in spirals enveloping her ears. As she was dozing off she blinked her dark blue eyes slowly and saw a crowd of people standing around her. No one took particular attention to her, but she saw many children running around in bright shirts and dirty trousers. She closed her eyes once again, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
Two hours later, Audreya was fast asleep, and the airport was filled with many more people waiting for the delayed flight. A motherly lady with a large handbag and a large body to match it, hurried through the crowd to find a place to sit her large bum. As she rushed through, she did not see the young maiden sleeping on the ground, and consequentially the pudgy mother tripped over her and fell upon the petite woman, crushing her legs.
The large lady got up and crudely stared at the awakening women as she wiped herself off, and put together all her belongings. When Audreya was fully awake and had stood up, the surrounding group of people was staring at the two women. In order to draw the blame away from herself, the large lady blamed the situation on the poor sleeping woman.
“Excuse me, you are blocking precious space. If you don’t mind moving, a lot of people would appreciate it.” The lady remarked in a disapproving tone.
Audreya quickly formulated a witty response, and replied without moving, “I didn’t seem to be bothering all these people two hours ago, now what could have changed since then?”
“What is your name, ma’am?” the large housewife asked rudely, “It seems to me that you shouldn’t be lingering around unwanted on the airport. After all, you seem a bit… suspicious.”
“I am waiting for my flight,” Audreya said curtly.
The large woman shook her head in disapproval and raised her head even higher in order to instill some sort of pride. To Audreya and the rest of the people, it looked as if the lady was craning her neck higher and folding the fat between her puffy neck and oversized back.
A young child called, “Mommy!” in the distance. A little boy with blond hair and cute red cheeks swerved through the crowd. The young boy was inevitably going to turn into his pudgy mother at the rate he was going. His large back-side hit the neighboring people as he struggled to squeeze through the crowd.
“Hello little one, they’re you are,” was the kind reaction that the mother gave to her little son. Her voice seemed sickly sweet as if she was talking to a baby. The little boy smiled as if he had just received a large candy bar, and stared dumbly at his mother.
“Where did you get that?” Audreya questioned the boy, for he was carrying a small test tube containing a clear liquid with a stopper at the mouth.
“Leave my son alone, it’s just a toy!” the mother defended, her harsh voice returning to her.
“Not it’s not, give it here!” Audreya clearly knew what the content of the test tube was. Both the mother and son were clueless of the mass destruction it could cause.
“Give it here, boy,” Audreya demanded.
The young child’s shaking hand reached out to give the test tube to the stranger. His nervousness caused the test tube to drop to ground and shatter.
“See, it never mattered!” the oblivious mother nearly shouted, pulling her so away from the insane woman.
Audreya replied in a lifeless quality, “It did matter, that test tube contained Anthrax. We will all be dead in about twenty-four hours.”
The crowd became frantic; the 7-hour layover seemed too short.
