Episode 1
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This is the captain speaking
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We're in line for take-off
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but as you can see out the window..
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the weather isn't playing nice and the tower has put a ground stop on all flights..
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I'm not sure exactly how long this storm will hold us.
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It looks like we'll be staying here for at least half an hour, folks.
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We'll keep you posted
Peering out of the small plane window, I could see the turbulent dark gray clouds that prevented us from leaving Denver
I ran from the gate to the most distant commuter area to reach my connecting flight in time, only to be stuck on the asphalt like that.
I glanced at my watch, then sighed
Catherine
* I didn't have time for this*
Catherine
* H€ll, I didn't have time to go to Montana, but I was doing it anyway*
Leaning back into the uncomfortable headrest, I shut my eyes and tried to breathe away my frustrations
I had been up most of the night finishing the testimonials to be archived that morning, then I had spent another two hours answering as many e-mails as possible
I'd slept a measly two hours when the alarm went off at four-thirty , only to find the bridge
from Manhattan to Queens was having overnight repairs and the traffic was backed up
Then airport security took forever and I had to undergo a body search because of the titanium pins in my leg.
When I finally got through the gate, my boss called me to complain about the lack of relationship with my current client list.
I wanted to become a partner to such an extent that I had actually considered the idea of simply ditching the suitcase and heading to the office, but when my flight was announced, I realized I had to at least solve a mess in my life.
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*And now I was stuck in a thunderstorm*
As I tried to rub the sandpaper feeling out of my eyes, I tried to practice the deep breathing technique I had learned in yoga
Catherine
*The classes were supposed to be calming, but they never worked*
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*I was never calm*
And at that precise moment, the stale air inside that small airplane was heating up more and more, sinking into my lungs and suffocating me.
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*I was stuck and there was nothing I could do about it*
I hated things that were beyond my control
I wasn't claustrophobic, but I felt trapped just the same
A loud thunder shook the airplane just before the rain began to beat on the metal like a thousand small hammers.
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* Was god trying to tell me something? *
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*Slowly inhale through your nose, hold your breath, hold it, exhale through your mouth.*
Breathe in… Sandalwood and leather with just a hint of warmth that I was sure should be totally unique to him.
I was sitting next to Mr. Cowboy Gran Figo and he smelled too good to focus on anything else - especially with his eyes closed.
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