After what happened at the beach I headed to the airport and waited for my flight, nothing too exciting really happened while I was waiting except for the fact the the flight was delayed FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS!

I take a deep breath, okay I should calm down and just enjoy what's left of my flight.

I close my eyes and slowly drift off to sleep while I listened to my music, the song I was listening to wasn't the most calming song in my play list but it got me to sleep so who really gives a shit? By the time that I woke up the plane had landed and people were gathering there things to leave, I sighed and stretched before standing and grabbing my backpack from the top and leaving.

I get into the airport and immediately forget where I just landed "where am I?" I question myself and try to remember where I was told I was landing, but instead of remembering that I remembered about my plane ticket which had where I came from and where I landed on it.

I take off my backpack and unzip it taking out my ticket and having a look at it "alright so I'm in Heathrow Airport"

I put the ticket away and think to myself for a solid 5 minutes "okay, so it would most likely take around an hour and twenty minutes to get from here to Buckingham Palace on foot, what if I took a train? No, that would still take an hour a bit to get there. Taxi? Yeah that'll work it would round about take 40 minutes to get there so that's my best option at this point" I take out my phone and call for a taxi.

I stand outside the airport waiting for my taxi "I know your all really confused on how a stupid nobody like myself knew the things I did and I'm guessing you want an explanation, right? Well when I'm put under pressure like that my mind just kinda gets everything and works out my best possible route to take using facts like timing, distance to put it simply I'm just really good calculating the distance and time it would most likely take get from one place to another using different types of transport" I get air at the end of the sentence "god dam it" the taxi pulls up in front of my league and I get in and tell the driver my destination.

After thirty six minutes in this stinking disgusting taxi we finally made it. I get out and looks at the amount of money I need to pay and realise that I'm broke as fuck.

I look at the driver "would you be able to let me off this one time? I may or may not have forgotten to change my money into pounds before I got on my flight" obviously i was lieing of course and the driver was having none of it.

"Just give me the money and I'll convert it into pounds myself" he holds out his hand wanting the money.

I'm debating with myself weather I should use my feminine charm to seduce him but that wouldn't work with this guy so instead I pretended to rummage through my bag to find my imaginary wallet.

The driver groans in annoyance "look lady I don't have all day I need to be places so hurry up and give me the money."

I look at him and slowly zip up my bag and leg it, I mean I was running faster then you can say supercalifrgilistiexpialidocious. (That's not me slamming my fingers into my keyboard that a thing)

He gets out the car and runs after me, he's like sonic, fuck my stubby legs. He grabs onto my arm and without thinking it through I teleported somewhere.

I've ended up in a fancy room in God knows where, where the he'll am I?