It was your first time at the airport with your four-year-old daughter Lyra, and unsurprisingly, she had gotten lost. You had held her hand and everything the whole time, but still she managed to wander off during the TSA screening.

You and your husband, Regulus, were panicked, to say the least. The troublesome girl was a curious one, always wanting to go around, looking at different things. You couldn't blame her: it was her first time at the airport and Lyra was intrigued by things as small as sand.

Regulus and you were jogging around the airport, dragging your suitcases worriedly. It would've been an amusing sight if you weren't completely distraught.

Running around the place, you find a place filled with restaurants and right by was a playroom for the young kids. Through the window on the door, you saw Lyra drawing with a marker, giggling with the little girl beside her.

In unison, you and Regulus let out a sigh of relief as he speaks, "I swear, that girl will be the death of me."