Ginger huffed and wheezed in the darkness as she struggled to control her breathing. Adrenaline and fear coursed her veins as she frantically searched the small space for a light switch.<i>Idiot! The power is out!  </i>Ginger groaned and backed off from the wall near the door, shoving past the TSA guy who kept asking if she was okay. She heard him fumbling around and suddenly the room erupted with light. "Whoa.." she breathed as she shielded her eyes. He waved it around the room and into her face, forcing her to turn away and grunt. "Well at least we have that." Ignoring his persistent questions about her well being, she used the light to get better acquainted with her surroundings. The closet contained a small sink in the corner that looked to be filled with dirty rags and an empty mop bucket sat beside it with two mops leaned up against the wall. There was a three shelf rack on the opposing wall covered with cleaning products.<br/><br/>The man asked her one more time if she was okay and she turned to face him, blinking against the light. "I'm fine! I wasn't even near the plane when it came through the window! Even if I was hurt, who cares? We need to find a way out of here and get to safety!" Ginger was frantic as she searched the face of the man hovering before her, staring at her through the light. She waved him off and looked around her again. "I don't know if there's anything in here to hel.." A loud bang that rattled their safe zone nearly knocked her off of feet. She frantically crawled towards the door and tried the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. "Something must be blocking it! What're we gonna do?" Tears began to well up in her eyes as she slid down the door and tucked her knees to her chest. "I just want to go home.."