Thomas Flair: encouragement
Sparrow clung to my arm as we navigated our way through the terminal, her unicorn still clutched in her chubby fist.
All the feet clapped softly against the marble floor as we dodged around suitcases and random handbags that littered the floor.
It really did seem as if everyone had just vanished.
I looked around at our small group taking over the airport.
Never in my entire life would I have thought this would ever be happening.
First everyone except us was gone. Then some of us are given jobs called Flairs? And now we are on our way to Paris?
Unbelievable.
“Ok,” Noel turned to address the group and explain our plan. “The girls can take this side if the boys want to take that side.” She motioned to the gift shops that lined the walls.
My eyes automatically watched above her head for the glow. Very faintly, the blue appeared, but was gone as soon as I registered that is was there.
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