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Martin sprinted through Heathrow Airport desperately, clutching his hat to his head and praying that he would make it to the gate in time after waking up far too late thanks to the faulty alarm clock in the shabby hotel Carolyn had found for them at the cheapest price possible.
His frantic dash was cut short however by the sudden introduction of hot coffee to his face when he ran headlong into a woman fumbling with her bag, and he stopped short with a gasp of pain and surprise and startled indignation as his only wearable uniform was soaked through with dark brown liquid that he knew would never come out in the wash.
But somehow he could not find it in himself to stay angry when he looked into the horrified eyes that widened in shock and surprise as they met his own, and he found that all his pain had disappeared in an instant as she asked with genuine concern “Oh my God I’m so sorry, are you alright Captain?”