"Flight BA891 from London Heathrow to Portland is now departing. Final boarding call for passengers on BA891. Please proceed to gate number thirteen"

The flight flashed several times on the departures board in front of her. She grabbed her bag and hauled it onto her right shoulder. Portland. She could hardly believe it. She was on her way to Portland. She was walking in to the lion's den, and hoping to come out the other side, alive and well. She took a deep breath and walked hesitantly toward the gate. What on earth was she letting herself in for?