Right before Daniella can return back into the stall, she hears someone clear her throat. Daniella turns around. It's The Stewardess.

"Um... excuse me but... Care to explain the situation here?"

"I... think I think I had an accident... lady things, you know... and um.... I think... I think I need help?"

The Stewardess raises her eyebrows at her. A lightbulb pops up in Daniella's mind.

"I have this thing with my memory and unfortunately-"

"Ohhhhh. Oh. I see. I am so sorry. You're the amnesiac passenger."

Daniella is shocked to hear this, but nods along with this as it seems that The Stewardess went from highly annoyed to suddenly understanding. At the same time, Daniella feels bad that she has to feign neurological issues in order to not get arrested or thrown out of places amongst all of this chaos.

"Yeah... that. Um... could you help me please?

The Stewardess nods. "Do you have a carry-on by any chance?"

She nods. Daniella points in the direction of her seat and The Stewardess disappears. Daniella, meanwhile, slips back into the stall and immediately locks it behind her.

"If I splash cold water on my face, will it reverse the loop?" Daniella asks herself as she awkwardly stands there. She splashes water on her face. She pauses for a second. Nothing feels different... at least not yet. She's still undressed, so there's that. She hears a knock at the door.

"It's occupied." plainly states Daniella.

"Miss Spencer? Did I get that right?" It's The Stewardess.

"Yes... Wait, how do you know my name?" asks Daniella.

"We have a list of passenger names, any issues we should anticipate, and their assigned seats."

"Oh."

An awkward silence ensues.

"I have your bag." states The Stewardess as she shakes it about. "Can I come in?"

Daniella carefully opens the door, and The Stewardess hands her carry-on while respectfully looking at her face. "Would you like a plastic bag?"

"A bag?"

"For your other clothes."

Daniella realizes that she now has to go along with the lie until this scenario is over.

"Oh. Right. I already have one in my bag."

"Great!" I'm going to go check on the other passengers but let me know if you need anything else, alright?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

Daniella hears The Stewardess go about her business. Placing her carry-on onto the ground to open it up, Daniella begins to truly feel the claustrophobia of the restroom as she crouches down to unlock her bag and rummage through her belongings.

"Okay, I should probably start with socks, a bra, and underwear."

Daniella quickly grabs a plain white bikini style underwear, followed by a white sports bra. She removes her flip-flops and slips onto a pair of white ankle socks and places her flip-flops back in her bag.

"Cool... I... don't know what to wear. I don't even know if any of this would even make sense.... I should start with jeans... and maybe my Adidas? It's that or my flip flops again.... Yeah let's do that."

Daniella grabs and puts on a pair of dark wash high waisted skinny jeans followed by her pair of low-rise white Adidas... the Stan Smith shoes to be specific.

"I packed too many tops for a carry-on. Note to self: next time you're going on a business trip, pack less for your carry-on... that is if there is going to be another trip."

Daniella settles on a large white hoodie. It's something that she can cover her head with as she walks down the aisle of embarrassment and avoids eye contact from the other passengers in the process. She also grabs a matching white scrunchie to wear on her wrist just in case the back of her neck begins to become overwhelmed by any building heat... which will be impossible on the plane. Now that she is fully clothed, Daniella checks herself out in the mirror.

"Much better! Also, this is a great way to spice things up since I was wearing the same outfit for about two weeks now! Maybe I'll find clarity this way... Who knows."

Once her carry-on is zipped up, she takes a deep breath and heads out of the restroom. She struts down the aisle and looks directly in front of her as she avoids any potential eye contact with any of the passengers... who by now have moved on to watching their movies, listening to the in-flight music library, and/or falling asleep. Now back at her seat, Daniella, who is only of average height, is semi-struggling to place her bag back. The Stewardess, who is slightly taller, swoops into the rescue once more.

"Here, let me." offers The Stewardess, who successfully stuffs the bag in and closes the overhead compartment.

"Thanks."

Daniella settles into her seat and buckles up. She looks out at the window, and discovers that it is dark outside... unusually dark for a morning flight.

"I'm sorry, what time is it?" she asks The Stewardess.

"It's 7:09."

Daniella blinks erratically in shock.

"Am?"

"Pm."

Daniella rapidly blinks again.

"Huh?.... Oh my god," remarks Daniella as she sinks her head down and rests it on her hands.

The Stewardess awkwardly pats Daniella on the back. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

"Ha! You have no idea," replies Daniella.

"How about I get you champagne just to take your mind off of everything?"

Daniella contemplates the idea... specifically that one time The Stewardess gave her three or four glasses of alcohol and the naps that were incurred. Then again, a nap wouldn't be too bad at this particular point at this time. How can she wrap her head around walking and mingling with airport passengers after basically exposing herself to an entire cabin and crew?

Daniella shrugs. "Why not?"

The Stewardess smiles, drapes a blanket over her, and hands her a pair of headphones. "Great! Why don't you just sit back and relax, maybe watch a movie or two, and I'll get you a glass... "

Daniella awkwardly raises her thumb up. "Thanks.."

Within seconds, The Stewardess returns with a tall flute filled with champagne and hands the drink to Daniella, who instantly thanks her.

"I am more than happy to get you a few more glasses if you'd like. If you need anything, and like anything at all, I'll be there." The Stewardess says with a wink.

After the plane lands and she collects her luggage, Daniella contemplates texting Luca... or Luke... but at this point, she would rather be surprised than try to force anything.... so out she goes out of the terminal...

"Come here, baby girl! Come here to mama!" A beautiful voice is heard across the arrival terminal.

Daniella turns around to witness what she can only call 'a picture-perfect Kodak moment'!

"Aww that's so cute! I want something like that!" she says to herself.

As she stares at the young woman playing with her dog, Daniella realizes that the young woman was one of the passengers on her flight. She remembers seeing her on her way back from the bathroom. Her beautiful long dark mane captured her attention along with her interesting shade of pink lipstick. "Only a few lucky women in the world could pull off that specific shade of fuchsia" she recalled thinking to herself as their eyes met. And yes of course she has to have a pair of amazing hazel eyes adding to her glamour!

"Aw Dani, I missed you too! Who's a good girl? I love you, I love you so much! Did you miss me? Where's Daddy?"

A tall 5'11", leanish, shaggy-haired blonde man joins them.

"Luca! Baby! I was starting to think the dog came alone to pick me up!" the beautiful young woman says as she lazily throws her arms around her partner.

Daniella blinks rapidly as knots form all over her body. "What the hell is going on here?! What is my Luca, MY LUCA doing with this hoe? Are you... Are you f**king kidding me right now? I go through two weeks of HELL with The Universe just to come back and find that my boyfriend is CHEATING on me? This is the deck of cards I'm handed today????"

Daniella halts herself and thinks again. She regulates her breathing and tames her temper before continuing. "Is this why I could never get back to Luca? Was it The Universe's way of preparing me for this moment? Is this The Happening that Sweetheart was talking about? Is The Happening happening right now? Okay... All I know is that the only Happening that is Happening right now is me throwing hands at the airport at this fuschia b***ch."

Red hot alarms go off in her head immediately after she concludes her last sentence. "Okay this is exactly what happened with that kid who kicked me in the shin like... how many days ago? I can't remember... Anyway, before I kill both of them... I should probably give him a chance to explain himself... I should test my theory before I get arrested for airport violence..."

Daniella pulls out her phone, looks up Luca's number, and taps on his number. She brings the phone up to her ear. It never rings. Instead, she hears:

"I'm sorry, but the number you have called is not in service. Please check the number and try again."

Daniella double checks his number... and it's the same one he's had for several years now. She tries one more time:

"I'm sorry, but the number you have called is not in service. Please check the number and try again."

Daniella's eyebrows furrow. She tries one last time to ensure that she's not going insane.

"I'm sorry, but the number you have called is not in service. Please check the number and try again."

Daniella scrolls through the message tab under Luca's number, and finds... nothing at all. She goes through pictures and various social media profiles and finds no trace of history with her. "That's... that's not him. That's not MY LUCA. Something is off. I can feel it. I can almost taste it. Physically I see him, but it's off."

As she concludes her thoughts. Luca looks in her direction and they make eye contact. There is absolutely no expression in his face, particularly his eyes. Daniella's eyes head straight to the ground. Her eyes are drawn to his shoes... his... Skechers?

"Luca would never wear Skechers. We're exclusively an Adidas couple. Well... MY Luca ... the LUCA I know! So this can't be my reality.... No way this would happen within MY reality. Not my Luca. He would never. He knows better! He's the one always bashing cheaters and skechers... usually within the same sentence!!!!"

She is on the verge of tears as she closes her phone. She watches the happy couple, who are blissfully unaware of the beginning of a bystander's breakdown. "So... this is it... he's with.... he's with her... and I'm just... alone... in this airport... no one to meet... nothing to go.... to go home to..."

Daniella feels herself beginning to dissociate from her body. She senses that she is physically there, but her mind is completely severed from everything around her as everything begins to feel dizzy and hazy around her.

Loud classical gloomy music blasts through her mind as it all begins to finally click in her head. It's the end of the world as she knows it and she does not feel fine. Like at all.

She helplessly watches the picture-perfect couple and their dog Dani exit the airport as her house of cards finally begin to crash within her sense of reality. Is this what a nervous breakdown feels like? That very question begins to spiral around in her head.

"No... This can't be happening... No... What's... What's going on... I...." Daniella tries her best to get a grip of herself, but her body at this point is extremely limp.

"WHAT. THE. F**K!!!! F**K!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE... GET ME OUT OF HERE... GET ME-" Daniella screams as she hits the ground and meets darkness.

To Be Continued... 

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