p style="text-align: left;"Brandon Foster was siting impatiently at the airport's waiting room. His flight to San Diego had been delayed for two hours and he was angry as hell. By the time he'd get home, it would be well past midnight. Tapping his foot on the floor, he took his phone out of his pocket and texted his mother not to expect him until the next day./p
p style="text-align: left;"Stef Adams Foster was just returning home from work when she got a text from her son saying that his flight from New York was held up and that they shouldn't be expecting him that night. She hoped brandon wasn't too worn out because of it. Slightly disappointed she went on to call her ex-husband./p
p style="text-align: left;"Mike Foster was heating up a TV dinner in his microwave, when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and was a little surprised when he saw the caller ID. Stef. Seeing how they were partners, he was a bit alarmed to have her calling him hardly after an hour of last talking to her./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey, Stef, what's going on?" he asked. "Hi,Mike. Nothing I just called to tell you that Brandon won't be coming home until tomorrow, so the party has been put off until further notice" she said. "Was there a delay or something?" he asked and they kept up the small talk until Stef heard her wife's keys on the door./p
p style="text-align: left;"Lena Adams Foster had had a very long day at school and the only thing she wanted to do was lie down until Brandon and came home. As soon as she was throughout the front door she saw Stef hanging up the phone. /p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey honey" she said and kissed her. "Hi yourself. How was work?" asked Stef. "Long... I just want to lie down until the party" she said sighing. "Oh, well, you don't have to worry about that. Brandon's flight has been delayed. He won't be here 'till tomorrow" said Stef. "Poor baby... So we're alone huh? Wanna join me upstairs?" Lena asked suggestively. Stef smirked. "I thought you were tired." "Not anymore..." she said trailing off "Then what are we waiting for?!" said Stef and grabbing her wife's hand, the two of them set off towards their bedroom in a fit of giggles./p
p style="text-align: left;"Callie Quinn Jacob had just got off a plane from Massachusetts to New York when she heard an announcement that her flight to San Diego had been delayed for an extra three hours. Great. Just great, she thought. Fumbling with her jacket's zipper while walking through the large crowd heading to the waiting lounge she didn't notice the handsome young man coming right onto her until the collided and they both fell down on the cold ground. Callie was ready to yell at whoever it was she fell on when she finally noticed who it actually was./p
p style="text-align: left;""Brandon?!" she exclaimed shocked. "Callie?!" Brandon said equally shocked an not really sure if it was really her or one of the the ghosts he saw now and then that reminded him of her./p