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Monday 20 December part 5
The woman, forty-ish, blonde with a helmet perm, in an overstated dark fur coat with white edging, appeared nonplussed. Before Max could press the question further, the suited man was back. He held out two boarding cards. “Madam. Sir. Please be at gate M13 in time for boarding.”
Max studied the new card. He had not seen the airline logo before. First class. Flight number PS3738, destination blank, gate M13, boarding time blank. “There’s no destination,” he said.
“Your destination is unchanged, sir,” replied the suited man.
Puzzled, Max read the boarding card again. When he looked up, the suited man was gone. The fur coated lady was walking away down the lighted corridor. Max followed her, wondering where her original destination had been.
Abruptly, Max emerged back into the concourse. He glanced back; he could not see the opening he had come through. There was just a row of shops and the doorway to the washrooms. Ah well, he thought, lots of airports were like that. Doorways that were not obvious from one side, to stop people going through the wrong way.
Max studied the new card. He had not seen the airline logo before. First class. Flight number PS3738, destination blank, gate M13, boarding time blank. “There’s no destination,” he said.
“Your destination is unchanged, sir,” replied the suited man.
Puzzled, Max read the boarding card again. When he looked up, the suited man was gone. The fur coated lady was walking away down the lighted corridor. Max followed her, wondering where her original destination had been.
Abruptly, Max emerged back into the concourse. He glanced back; he could not see the opening he had come through. There was just a row of shops and the doorway to the washrooms. Ah well, he thought, lots of airports were like that. Doorways that were not obvious from one side, to stop people going through the wrong way.
