Reaching the baggage claim area of the airport was an epic adventure of its own, but because of Sarah's clever translations, it didn't take as long as it could have. Waiting near the belt to begin rotating and dispensing our flight's baggage, we all took a seat on a group of uncomfortable benches nearby.

"God," I complained, "I always hate this part. It takes a jillion hours." I remembered why I hated flying; not being able to sleep, the long baggage wait, and those damn peanuts.

"Yeah, but you can hate it in Korean." Aimee pronounced smoothly.

"What difference does that make?" Asked Sarah incredulously. I raised my eyebrows, nodding along with her.

She simply replied, "Everything's more fun in Korea!"

I snickered, and I realized she was kind of right. To pass the time, we all started reading the signs on the walls together. Sarah was clearly the best at the language; Aimee was very good also. I was still terrible. It still made the normally-miserable period entertaining.

After a couple of minutes, I realized that the people standing around with us were all from our flight; I recognized a couple of people. I searched high and low for the orange-haired boy, but no sight. Not like it mattered, anyway, right? He was just being helpful. Even so, my spirits fluttered a little. This was why I try not to like people: I get hurt so easily.

With a loud beeping sound, the luggage belt started up and luggage began to appear through the little door. I stepped forward, intending to grab all of our luggage, but the girls wouldn't allow me to be chivalrous and came with me. We found Aimee's bright pink Hello Kitty luggage quickly enough. Sarah's maroon checkerboard suitcase came rolling along next. And then we had to wait for my own luggage. After a long, long wait, we began to see the same suitcases over and over again: my luggage was simply not there.

Quite annoyed, we went to the help desk. Sarah did all of the talking to the large Korean middle-aged man. It appeared my luggage had been delayed and not made it on the last flight. That meant it was in Atlanta, Georgia still. I cursed under my breath. Sarah gave the man the address of the place we were staying at, and we were allowed to leave.

We made it to the front gates of the airport. Sarah and Aimee stepped swiftly through the front doors, and I nearly did before stepping back. They gave be curious looks.

"Hold on!" I called, beginning to walk back into the previous corridor. "I'm going to check the local time!"

I didn't see a clock in the hallway, so I kept walking until I arrived at the ticket counter area. I glanced around the room for a clock, but I was a little distracted; a rather large group of people were situated in the middle of the room. Not paying them much attention, I searched around them and found a large white clock on the opposing wall. It was 10:47. Too bad I was so jetlagged, I probably wouldn't feel tired until morning. Turning my back on the large crowd, I returned to the front gates and resumed my walking with Aimee and Sarah.

We started towards the nearby Busan Metro station, where we purchased subway tickets and sat down in our own private car. There was no one else in our area. The subway started up slowly, accelerating to a comfortable speed after a couple seconds.

"What am I going to do?" I groaned, sliding down the seat so I could rest my head on the back of the car. Aimee patted my head comfortingly.

"Oh, you'll be fine." She said with a little grin.

"Fine? Everything I needed was in that bag. I have no clothes, no deodorant, no toothbrush…"

"We can buy deodorant and a toothbrush in Busan, Grant. It's not like it's a specialty item," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

"But what about clothes? It'll probably take three or four days for the luggage to come in. Do you want me in the same underwear for that long?" I sighed a little, gripping the messenger bag resting on my lap tenderly.

"We'll buy you an outfit or two once we get there. It won't be a big deal," Aimee said, glancing at Sarah. They exchanged a firm glance, both of their faces spreading into smiles.

"But we're going to dictate what clothes you buy. We're in Korea, Grant! The fashion here is urban chic!" Sarah cried. "Get ready to look like your favorite pop star!" She laughed.