It begins

Finding the claim area was no cake walk for Cheyenne. *definitely can’t get lost in this city* she assured herself while waiting and seeing everyone else get there bags. The longer she waited the more nervous she was becoming with here fears being confirmed when the rack stopped spinning.

Heart racing she awkwardly navigated herself through the airport, looking for any English staff she could ask for information. Once she found someone she could ask they quickly checked before coming back with the bad news. “I’m sorry ma’am it appears your bags were mistakenly sent Europe bound I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”

With that they simply left disregarding C’s the many “.B-But all my things?” She muttered out. With little options she realized she would have to make do with what she had in her Cary on, and left to find her taxi.