Chapter Three
Mary took three quick, shallow, short breaths, before taking one step off of the plane. The smell. A sharp scent of cleaning supplies, and people. She remembered it from her days as a flight attendant. Every airport smelled the same, except some had the small of food thrown in. As she walked through the terminal, she looked around, seeing people jostling each other just to get their bags and belongings.
Why can't people just be patient? She wondered.
Carlos, as if hearing her thoughts said, "Remember Mary, just a few months ago you'd have been right at the front, jostling for a place, too."
Mary gave a nod, but she still looked worlds away to Carlos.
We used to be so close, Carlos thought, and we still seem to be, on the outside...
Jane took a drink of soda and walked off of the bus. She headed towards the apartment that she shared with Margaret and Mac. No matter how old she got, she always got frightened by the dark, and it didn't help that she was walking home alone in it. As she continued walking a gust of icy wing stabbed through the light jacket she was wearing and rain soon followed, It's going to be a miserable night, she mused to herself, with a scowl on her face.
By the time she arrived at the apartment the rain had turned into a downpour, she was soaked, and cold, and in an overall bad mood. She stomped upstairs to where she lived and opened the door. As she did, the lights flickered, and she heard a pop. Everything went dark. Jane groaned, tonight was going to be a long night.
Kevin heard the pop, too, and right when the lights went out, lightning flashed outside of the window. Keith started crying and Kevin heard Savannah whimper.
"Everything's going to be alright," Kevin said to the children, picking them both up, and started down the stairs, as he was about half-way to the bottom, he heard voices, and someone started walking up the stairs.