"I'm sorry Ms.…” the attendant trails off as she takes my boarding pass, "Voltura. That flight has been delayed. It’s now scheduled for departure at 8:45 pm."
"Five hours? What am I going to do here for five hours? I'm tired and… thank you." Taking my pass back from her with a forced smile, I turn and walk away. I know better than to argue with her; she’s just reading off a computer screen. It's not like she’s the pilot or air traffic control or whoever, whatever it is that has me stuck in Chicago for another five hours and thirty-five minutes.
See song for this chapter: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Da-RjeCObyA
Chapter 1: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5968937/1/If_You_Ask_Me
