"What could we possibly be doing at the airport, Alex?" Hilda asked.

Alexander ignored her. He picked up a cigarette, and lit it, blowing off the contents.

'Of course, what did I expect? He's always been his usual self'. Hilda thought.

She wondered what they could possibly be doing at the airport.

'I didn't pack any bags'. She thought.

The ride was silent, and as Alexander continued to puff his cigarette, Hilda stared out through the tinted glass, admiring the nature surrounding ...