Two.

All these people and I'm alone. All these clusters, families, couples, kids and those with a head down looking where no answer can ever come. To kill time? There is no time. Only ever now. To be at peace is to be now. Kids are now, but are forced screaming to live bound up in time.

The voice has called Jet2 Holidays final, final, final call for Tenerife, and again. It's beyond necessary. If someone fails to get to the plane in time they forego their right to fly anywhere. And Jet2 have been paid so why cry over a few vacant seats when they'll be less vacant stares on the rows.

Anxious man clasps muscle sprung device. He states 'no, I'm not anxious'. He works out. Then he admits he's bored. Once in Atlanta he missed his flight because he had a sachet of ketchup, "probably McDonald's", forgotten somewhere in his baggage and I confess I've broken airport crap into a routine. Quite an OCD one. Take off boots, walk next to the toilet, sit down to put on boots, go to toilet, head to the Hermes stand and spray many Eaus, head passed booze buying passengers, fill the flask in a bar(the guy added ice), slice up lemons with HMP knife and sit as far from this mad place waiting the call for Bon Voyage.