The limo arrived an hour before the plane was to take off. Dylan had to be pushed and pulled, encouraged and threatened before Isaac picked her up and forced her out of the limo. She lost her shoe in the process, but didn't have time to put it back on. The airport was crowded and security would take forever, especially with all the metal Alicia was wearing. Massie wasn't surprised when her friend had to be taken to the side and interrogated, not to mention stripped until security discovered the belly button ring that Alicia had completely forgotten she was wearing.

Red and embarrassed, Alicia rejoined her friends, who were hurriedly trying to not only to put their shoes on, but also to pile all their carry-ons on one baggage cart, which was impossible. Dylan was finally able to shove her shoe back on, and as she was passing a garbage can, she accidentally, or so she later told her mother, threw her phone in. Later, when her mother tried calling her, she was shocked when an old man answered and started singing "The star spangled banner".

"We have ten minutes until the plane leaves." Kristen breathed heavily, out of breath from running in the wrong direction, thanks to Massie's map reading skills.

"Gate B-7 should be here!" Massie wailed, starring at the dead end in front of them. "The map said so."

"Oh really?" Alicia sneered, "I didn't know maps could talk. If they could, I'd imagine they'd tell us we're going in the wrong direction."

"Look!' Claire yelled, frustrated and limping (heals were so not a good idea). "Let's just get on the moving sidewalk and get back to where we got out of security. Maybe we can find our way from there."

Dylan nodded and led the way to the moving sidewalk. This was her first time at an airport, since her family had their own private jet, and she was not ready for the "sidewalk thing." One second she had one foot on, the next her body was propelled forward while her huge carry-on, the handle of which she was holding, remained firmly anchored on the tiled floor. Her body jerked back, her shoe flew off, the blue satin glowing as it soared past the window.

Claire tried to grab Dylan's hand, but the lotion she had been nervously applying prevented her from getting a firm grip. The four girls watched their friend take a ride down the moving sidewalk in a very curious position. On her back, legs straight up in the air and kicking, arms still reaching for the handle of her bag and her face a perfect O, Dylan looked like a turkey that had just been beheaded. The only difference was that she still had a head and that she was still squawking.

Alicia, frozen in motion, was surprised when her hand snaked into her pocket and pulled out her phone. It only took a little pressure on a little button. Claire, still trying to activate a rescue mission, jumped onto the moving sidewalk, and tried to run past the people who had jumped out of the way as Dylan made her way past. Not all were that lucky, though. A couple of people had tripped on the redhead and were now going down the moving sidewalk in similar style. Claire could have been on the track team: she jumped over bodies, she avoided exploding luggage, and she did all this in heels. In slow motion she began to launch herself at Dylan, but was interrupted by an annoying buzzing noise. She skidded to a halt, sat down, pulled out her phone, and commenced to watch Cam throw French fries at a janitor.

Dylan was completely and utterly abandoned. Kristen was staring at her watch in shock, Alicia was recording everything, Claire was oblivious, and Massie was tracing the satin heel's descent. It was while Dylan was screaming and squawking that she noticed something: the moving sidewalk was very, very, very long. And as this thought passed through her mind; her butt finally hit something hard. Expecting to see the floor, she instead saw a shoe, than a leg, and finally a blue suit with a security badge on the chest, a very muscular, a very bulging, a very Arnold Schwarzenegger chic chest.

She took one look at his face, laughed nervously and said, "Just realized, my gate is that way." And with a jolt of energy, she turned onto her stomach and attempted to crawl against the moving sidewalk, not exactly one of her brightest ideas. The commotion attracted several hundreds of people, who had stopped in their tracks to watch the spectacle.

"Huh, so this is what it feels like to be famous."

The security guard was not to be thwarted, though. He picked Dylan up and carried her away from her audience and her fame. Finally, the moving sidewalk ended, but the solid ground was too much for Dylan and she leaned down from her captor's arms as if to kiss it.

"Let her go." Massie ran over and ordered the seven feet tall giant, standing on her toes to seem taller. If only I had a beanstalk.

But he ignored her and continued to walk, Dylan slung over his shoulder like a sack full of toys. Claire had put away her phone, gotten off the moving sidewalk, and walked over to Massie.

"What happened?"

"Dylan's been abducted, her shoe is in a fountain, and we missed our plane."

"That's not so bad." Claire muttered, determined to at least try to be optimistic.

"How's your boyfriend?"

"Good. He's being chased by a janitor."

"Huh. And I thought we were screwed up."