The air in the departures waiting room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Chairs were strewn haphazardly across the polished floor. ‘Flight cancelled’ flickered on all visible terminals in the sign above, a chair leg smashed through it. You look ahead to see the mess of floating objects- floating objects that could turn into projectile weapons at any moment. Your attention is turned to your sister Ivy as she stumbles back. “Don’t worry, Bilbie, everything’s fine here. You stay back, ok?” She offered a reassuring smile and rushed back forward to the pink figure floating in the sky like some sort of awoken deity. Everyone rushed forward at the same time, jumping over obstacles like it was nothing. I guess the training they took without you paid off.