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XVIII. The airport

Chapter eighteen!

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Today was the day. The day that could possibly change her life. Well excluding the time, she was transformed into a mythological creature or the time she accidentally threw herself a hundred years into the future.

Margaret had gone to bed with multiple thoughts racing through the hallways of her already cramped brain. She had woken yet again to someone knocking on her door, a recurring thing It seemed. She already knew it was Happy without having to hear his heavy voice say 'Come on,'. He did seem to do that a lot. 'We're going in an hour'

Margaret didn't have a watch on her and there was no clock to be seen anywhere in the humongous room so she assumed he wouldn't leave without her if she did lose track of time. Abruptly, she pushed herself off the comfortable white linen bed and walked over to the en-suite positioned to the right of the bedpost.

Her bag sat on a chair outside the bathroom and she slipped her hand into the loop atop the zip. Margaret lugged herself into the room and faced the mirror. Her red locks had then reached her shoulders and made her look weirdly like her grandmother.

She took two pieces in the front and tied it back similar to how the banshee had had it yesterday. If she had to be a banshee, she was going to look like one.

She wondered if she would also act like one someday. Take, for example, someday, out of the blue she started to cry because someone was dying. How was she supposed to control it if it happened? What if she hurt someone? A question that seemed to always pop up every now and then. She shook the thoughts away and dressed into some green denim overalls and blouse. She slipped on the same boots she had had on the day before and moved her sleepy legs towards her mirror.

Margaret stood in front of the long narrow piece of glass and examined her slim reflection. She turned around to another round of taps on her door. It hasn't even been twenty minutes she thought, angrily reaching the door. It was Happy again.

"Change of plans," he said not giving a glance to Margaret. His eyes instead were staring at an overflowing clipboard and as he held his finger pressed against a black object inside his ear. "We're to leave in the next ten minutes" he looked up from the items in his hands and brought his finger away from the side of his head. "What are you wearing?"

"Um, my outfit" Margaret stammered. she had no other clothes, what did he expect her to wear? She did see where he was coming from though, it's not like a green blouse and overalls are safe battle-attire. Happy sighed heavily and turned around before heaving a forced 'follow me'.

She followed him through the fancily decorated corridors and into a room she assumed to be his. He handed her a weighty grey case which she took by the black coloured handle. "Open it," he said pointing his hand to the case.