Sig pushed his hair out of his face and looked at his boarding pass. Apparently he'd have to make it all the way across the airport in just under six minutes. He smiled and pocketed his boarding pass. He always did love a challenge, and this was just the kind of thing to liven up a good boring plane trip. Adjusting the strap on his shoulder bag, Sig leaned forward slightly. He suddenly burst off, with the speed of a hungry chihuahua jumping out of a large wooden box of insanely random similes. He dodged his way through the crowd where he could, pushed where he couldn't, and jumped where he shouldn't, all the while absolutely refusing to slow his pace.

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With a movement he had rehearsed for just such an occasion, Johnathon slowly and importantly turned the page of his newspaper. The rehearsal had paid off- this simple gesture gave him an air of false significance and awed anyone who happened to be watching. This is what Johnathan lived for. Even when he didn't actually have a flight, he would come to the airport and look official to impress his subordinates- a group which consisted, of course, of everyone else on the planet. But this particular day Johnathan DID have a flight, though not one as important as he made it out to be. A flight which would leave in six minutes, he confirmed with a self satisfied and impressive look at his pocketwatch. Wristwatches, he'd decided quite some time ago, were for unimportant people. Several seconds later, Johnathan found himself on the ground. This struck him as odd, as he'd remained vertical for the past half hour or so, and had no plans of doing otherwise. He looked up to see the cause of this unexpected alteration of his plans, the one who had pushed him. Already dissappearing in the distance was a tallish, thin man with long dark hair and a rather feminine looking bag running, as they say, like a bat out of hell.

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Sighing, Joan looked at her watch. Her flight was supposed to be leaving in six minutes, but she was stranded in the luggage check line for the simple reason that her bag was approximately two and a half centimeters too big to carry on. Gazing forward at the simply awe-inspiring stretch up to the front desk, Joan sighed again. All of a sudden, with no warning whatsoever, she was hurled to the ground, along with two of the people in line beside her. As she crashed to the hideous carpet, she directed her eyes upward just in time to see a thin, long haired man escaping the scene without missing a beat. Joann was, for some reason, reminded of a chihuahua jumping out of a box. She was struck with odd thoughts such as those very often, she usually just shook them off. A voice, presumably his, shouted "Sorry!" as he vanished into the crowd.

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The secretary jumped at the sound of something smashing into the desk in front of her. She soon realized that it wasn't, as she had first thought, one of the luggage carts, but in fact a wiry man with long hair. He clung to the rim of the desk, using it to support himself as he wheezed and almost collapsed. He looked up at the clock, and smiled wanely. "Made it. . ." he gasped between breaths.

"Alright, your name please?"

"Sig," he panted, "Sig Hoffner."

"Alright Sid- -"

"Sig. Don't ask."

"Sig. Your flight has been delayed about two hours, you may wait in the chairs," she motioned behind him, as if it wasn't painfully obvious which chairs she was referring to, "Thank you for choosing Enterprize Airlines."

Sig's eyes rolled back in his head. With a deceptively loud thump for someone his size, he fainted.

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A blinding white light filled Sig's eyes, accompanied by an ominous hum. Sig stared forward in wonder. It must be heaven, he thought. He had to go into the light. Moving forward, however, proved more difficult than he'd first imagined. Indeed, it didn't seem possible at all. Sig wondered what he should do. . . in all his years of hearing people say "go toward the light," he'd never heard any alternatives presented.

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Joann spotted the man who had pushed her over earlier sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the terminal, staring up into a fluorescent light with a dazed expression on his face. Smiling slightly, she took the seat next to the stranger. He didn't seem to be taking notice of the world around him, the tubes of electricity occupied his full attention. Joann gave him a good nudge, which brought him to his senses with a jolt. The man blinked a few times.

"Why were you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Staring at that light."

"Seriously contemplating my life of sin."

"I won't ask."

"It's best not to, yeah. I recognize you from somewhere. . ."

"Maybe you'd get a better idea if I laid on the ground with a bewildered expression."

"Oh. . . sorry. . . trying to get here on time, which is more than I can say for the flight. . ."

"It's alright, added a bit of variety to my day. You dropped this on your way through my line," she held out a tiny notebook, which the man looked quite happy to see.

"Oh, I was hoping I hadn't lost that! That's where I write down all my important ideas."

"So losing it would have been catastrophic?"

"Well. . . not really, I try not to write anything important in there, in case it fell into the wrong hands."

Joann blinked. "So what, precisely, is the point of it?"

". . .It seemed perfectly rational at the time."

"Much like the nazi invasion of Poland."

"Somewhat."

Flipping through the, for the most part, blank pages of the notebook, Joann came to the back cover, which had 'Sig Hoffner' scribbled hastily onto it. "Sig?"

"Please. . . don't laugh at the name. . ."

"Well I have to be curious. What kind of name is Sig?"

"It's short for Sigmund, which is the name my parents cursed me with."

"Why don't you go by something different?"

"I dunno, been called Sig for so long, nothing else really feels right. . . I've been considering Edwardo though."

Joann laughed.

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Pete leaned backward a little bit to enjoy the view. He'd always loved climbing things, which is why he got a job fixing power lines in the first place. Enjoying himself, unfortunately, was not a great idea in this situation. The power line on which he currently perched was not a particularly stable one, so much so that the mere act of him leaning back was enough to snap the small amount of good wood left in the beam. It began its descent gradually, leaving Pete uncertain of the fact that he was currently moving. Once it became abundantly clear that he was falling, Pete screamed. His last thoughts were "Oh crap, I'm gonna get reprimanded for this."

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". . .leaving me standing there holding an aquarium with no moving van in sight."

Joann laughed. "That's terrible! What did you do?"

"Well, I- -"

Suddenly, the lights around them all simultaneously went out. There was a long silence, which combined with the dark was quite ominous. Then all hell broke loose.