Pt. 1 of ???

The familiar hum of life in the American airport is one that speaks of hurried frenzy and calm repetition. Various destinations lay at the tip of one's fingers, given a working credit card or alternative payment method. Coffee shops lay on every corner in order to tend to the frenzied with a soothing caffeinated beverage that acts as a dependable old friend. Bright screens dot the walks like bright opalescent and available oracles in order to tell each passenger their near future and, much like Apollo's warnings, one may either hear that their flight is ON TIME and running smoothly or are damned to await their fate through the dreaded DELAYED. Seated cross legged in this junction of worlds sits a young girl, no more than 20 years old, ears covered in large black foam. With a look of concentrated awareness, the girl sets her eyes on the barricade of glass that lies between soft fleshy being and great metal beast, brow knit and mouth downturned. With a deep sigh she removes a notebook bound in black from a plain backpack, unwinding an elastic band that binds a smaller book to the larger. She scans it momentarily and closes it again, winding the elastic around both and carefully packs them away in their given place. With a tilt of the head and a glance side to side she quickly gathers her things and takes to the walkway.