The crowded airport terminal made Cheebacheeba annoyed.
Spa had just gotten off the phone, satisfied that he had landed safely. Now he felt a bit thirsty and nauseous, and looked at his watch impatiently again.
A female voice yelled his name from somewhere in front of him. She hurried forward through the thronged crowds, looking rather apologetic.
"Sorry! Sorry...sorry for being late," WickerFan smiled sheepishly.
MissMacabre dashed into the parking lot, hurriedly parked her car, and virtually ran in front of everybody to the airport. She was heaving and puffing when her cellphone rang.
"Where have you reached?" The Return sounded slightly exasperated.
"Just entering the airport," she said in-between taking deep breaths.
The Return heaved a deep sigh and shook his head, looking at the person in front of him grinning widely. "I was too excited," the boyish smile brightly spoke.
"Come back. Ferret took a taxi." The Return hung up.
MissMacabre suddenly became completely still and stared at her cellphone.
"In breaking news across the US, security analysts have quarantined whole areas of Arizona and Colorado in a desperate attempt to contain the deadly viral outbreak which is fast spreading through air. Citizens living in those states and neighboring areas are advised to use gas masks compulsorily, and to contact your nearest medical emergency centers if you experience any of the following symptoms..."
Chronogrl stared at the TV incredulously. What the fuck, were her starting thoughts as someone started pounding heavily on her door.
THUD! THUD! THUD!