She stepped off the plane into the damp cool air of the London
international airport. She slowly gazed around at the large bustling
building. She had rarely been anywhere larger than Sunnydale, and this
one room of the airport seemed to have more people in it than she had
seen in the whole of her life. It would certainly take some time to
get used to the crowds.
"Excuse me miss, but other people would like to get off the
plane!" cried a short balding man as he pushed passed her.
"I-I'm sorry..." she said feebly as she watched him disappear
into the crowd. She gazed around hoping to find some direction of where she could find her baggage. Deciding she should just follow the people from her plane, she stepped back into the steady stream of people.
By the time she had arrived at the luggage terminal she had
not only stepped on numerous heels and received annoyed glances, but
had tripped on some kid crawling on the floor and caused a domino
effect on all of the people in front of her. When she finally arrived
at the baggage room she sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs
surrounding the bags and waited for hers to come by... and waited... and waited. Finally there was only her and an old woman dressed all in purple, and frankly looked as though she was sleeping. Staring desperately at the rotating luggage carousel as it went around twice more, still not yielding her luggage.
"Cripes," she muttered as she stood up, "You have helped save
the world how many times, and yet they still lose your luggage?"
Walking slowly towards the doors leading outside she felt
tears well up in her eyes. It was just all too over whelming.
Pushing through the door she waved for a taxi. Sliding inside the
first one that came along she slammed the door and leaned her head
against the cheap vinyl seat.
"Where would you like to go?" Asked the aged man with a
strong British accent.
"Oxford University..." Said the girl slowly.
"Oh dear, you look like your best friend just died. It mustn't
be that bad. What's your name?" He asked sweetly.
"Willow." She Said
international airport. She slowly gazed around at the large bustling
building. She had rarely been anywhere larger than Sunnydale, and this
one room of the airport seemed to have more people in it than she had
seen in the whole of her life. It would certainly take some time to
get used to the crowds.
"Excuse me miss, but other people would like to get off the
plane!" cried a short balding man as he pushed passed her.
"I-I'm sorry..." she said feebly as she watched him disappear
into the crowd. She gazed around hoping to find some direction of where she could find her baggage. Deciding she should just follow the people from her plane, she stepped back into the steady stream of people.
By the time she had arrived at the luggage terminal she had
not only stepped on numerous heels and received annoyed glances, but
had tripped on some kid crawling on the floor and caused a domino
effect on all of the people in front of her. When she finally arrived
at the baggage room she sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs
surrounding the bags and waited for hers to come by... and waited... and waited. Finally there was only her and an old woman dressed all in purple, and frankly looked as though she was sleeping. Staring desperately at the rotating luggage carousel as it went around twice more, still not yielding her luggage.
"Cripes," she muttered as she stood up, "You have helped save
the world how many times, and yet they still lose your luggage?"
Walking slowly towards the doors leading outside she felt
tears well up in her eyes. It was just all too over whelming.
Pushing through the door she waved for a taxi. Sliding inside the
first one that came along she slammed the door and leaned her head
against the cheap vinyl seat.
"Where would you like to go?" Asked the aged man with a
strong British accent.
"Oxford University..." Said the girl slowly.
"Oh dear, you look like your best friend just died. It mustn't
be that bad. What's your name?" He asked sweetly.
"Willow." She Said