Florence stood next to the revolving doors and watched as travelers entered and exited from the other side.  A family of four began to enter but their two children stopped short as if they reached the edge of a cliff.

“Well whaddya waiting for?” Said the brother to his sister.  “Go on then.”  He tried pushing her but she wouldn’t budge.

The girl spun around and glared at her brother. “Don’t push me!  I’ll go when I’m good and ready.” 

The boy laughed.  “If you’re telling the truth you got nuttin to worry about.  But if you’re lying.  If you did take my Sweetarts!  You’re doomed.  You’ll be trapped inside these doors.  And you’ll  walk in circles for all eternity.”

Two arms came from another pass of the door and swept the kids up like bits of cereal on the floor. 

Florence took a deep breath and waited for another sweep of the door and entered its airlock.

It was silent for a brief moment inside the airlock, for just a few steps.  Florence slowed her pace down to a crawl.  Time eventually stood still inside those doors.  The Game of Life had paused.  There was no work on Monday, no suffocating bus ride home, no deviled ham sandwiches, no cold showers and no bills to pay. 

As she stepped into the main hall of Terminal 1 something or someone had awakened inside her. 

Florence stepped out of the airlock and realized she might be out of time Once again. She was out of time for