First, let's circle back to the airport

Back at Des Moines International, a TSA agent was getting bored with the lull in traffic when he noticed the bags that were still next to him.

"Hey," he nodded to his female colleague at the metal detector, "remember that naked lady from earlier?"

"Yeah," the woman responded, "that was, what, an hour ago?"

"Yeah, I don't know where she is," the man continued, "I would think she would come back for her valuables."

"Well, all the stores are closed now," the woman countered, "and I don't think she's boarding any flights."

"Are you guys talking about that girl who ran around with shotglasses on her tits?" a janitor walked up behind the two security agents.

"So that's what was on my desk," the male agent began to put two and two together, "that wasn't during my break, was it?"

The woman and janitor fell silent as the situation dawned on the man. "Well, that's just a damn shame. Let me see if there's any ID in the bags."

He rummaged through Candace's backpack, looking through her headphones, books, and finding her sketchpad. Looking through the pad he found mainly drawings of flowers signed with "Candace" at the bottom right corners on each.

"Hmmm... 'Candace'... no last name. Try to check the arriving flights from Logan and see if there's a 'Candace' in any of them."

"Any airline in particular?" the woman asked.

"I don't know, maybe search around for the airline with a naked chick with a bad bag."