C and I are in an airport about to pass through Customs. C gets in the queue, but why did I think I didn't I need to and why didn't I even bring my ticket? I follow the one arrow to the ticket office but it seems to disappear. I walk for miles trying to find it. As time goes by I am aware that C will be worried. I am unable to ring him because of my stubborn refusal to carry a mobile.
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