Candace rushes back over to the help desk, hoping for an explanation

"Ummm," the puffy-coat-and-blazer-clad nubile ran back to the desk, "Why is my bag empty?"

"Huh, can I check it out?"

"Sure!" Candace handed the suitcase to the agent and he looked at the zipper seams. "It seems like your bag was damaged by the zipper. Maybe they fell out?"

Candace realized in horror what she had done back in Boston. That was the bad bag, the one she didn't pack and was supposed to throw away. In her rush to get to the flight, she apparently grabbed it by mistake and left her good bag - and everything inside it - back out east.

"Uhhh, no they didn't, but thank you!" she chuckled at the agent with the most shit-eating grimace in existence, took her cruddy bag back, and walked away.

"Oh no, what am I going to do?" she thought to herself. She then had a bright idea. Maybe she could buy some clothes at the airport! It wouldn't be great, but an "I ❤️ Des Moines" T-shirt and matching sweatpants with panties would be a whole lot better than her current outfit. She looked around the shops and planned her next moves.