Chapter 6

Carter ran faster than he had ever before it his entire life. By the time he arrived at the desk he could barely breathe. H cursed himself for not going to the gym more often. However he really didn't notice the pain all he cared about was getting to Abby before she got on the plane. He didn't know what he would say if he did stop her. He didn't even know if he could get her to stay. But none of that mattered right now. All he was worried about was would he get to her in time.

He approached the desk in much the same way as he had done five minutes ago and the woman on this desk had the same expression on her face as the other woman. He still couldn't decide whether it was panic or confusion. "Can I help you Sir?"

"Did a brunette about this high buy a ticket from you to a Pacific Island?"


"Which flight is she on?"

"I can't tell you, sir."

"Why not?"

"It is against policy."

Carter didn't have time for this. "Okay how much?"


"How much for you to tell me?"

"I don't take bribes, sir!" She said this in a very loud voice then in a much quieter one she said, "100."

Carter didn't care about the amount he yanked his wallet out of his pocket and almost throw the money at her.

"Flight ALM260884."

"Thank you." Carter said this in as sarcastic tone as he could muster.

He raced over to the boarding area but before he got anywhere near it he heard someone shout, "Stop that man!"

Suddenly two security guards, very big security guards, were bearing down on him. "Stop where you are, Sir!"

Carter didn't think about what he said he just said it, "Get out of my way!"

It was obvious the guards weren't moving so out of desperation Carter shouted, "I have got to stop the woman I love from getting on that plane."

Almost every woman in earshot turned round to look at Carter.

"We can't let you through."

"Why not?"

There was a female voice behind him that provided the answer, "Do you have a ticket?"

A ticket? He had completely forgot. "A ticket?" He tried playing dumb.

"Yes sir. A ticket."


"You can't go through there without a ticket."

"Okay. I'll just go buy one." He turned round to go back to the desk. The security guards relaxed slightly but still stood defiantly in-between him and the boarding area.

"Hi, I would like to buy a ticket for flight." He couldn't remember the flight code.


"Of course."

"Just one ticket?"



"No. One-way." He wasn't going to use it so why not buy the cheapest one.

"That will be $1,500."

Carter handed her his credit card. It was a small price to pay for the chance of a lifetime. His lifetime.

He returned back to the security area this time holding the ticket in his hand so that everyone could see it. He didn't have any luggage and the only metal he carried was his key so he passed through in record time.

He was now in the boarding area searching desperately for Abby. He ran up to any brown-haired woman he could see. However none of them were she. She was nowhere to be seen. He thought that maybe she had gone to the toilet or to get something to eat. However his heart sank at the message that was being announced, "Final boarding for flight ALM260884."

Final boarding? That must mean she is on board already. He had a decision to make. Should he go look for on the plane and risk it taking off before he got off or should he just let her go? There was only one answer. He was on the plane in a minute and began scanning the passengers for Abby.

She had been in the toilet far longer than she had expected. As she was coming out she heard the final boarding call for her flight. Grabbing her bag tightly she ran as fast as she could. Please don't take off. Please don't take off. She kept repeating this in her head. All she needed at the moment was to miss her flight and waste her $2,000 ticket. "Have I made it?"

"Just in time."

She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe her luck was turning. Maybe this holiday wouldn't be so bad. Just her, a sandy beach and warm ocean. Finally she got exactly what she wanted, to get away from it all. No freezing Chicago weather. No frantic ER. No complex emotional problems. No Carter.