New York, New Orleans, San Fransisco and then Mexico City, that had been the planned itinerary for Molly's trip across the US  and she had intended to travel by train but now her late Aunt Daphne's lawyers had called and she had to go back to New York. It seemed there were urgent business relating to the estate that could not be handled without her presence, papers that needed to be signed and a meeting she simply had to attend in person. George, Aunt Daphne's old partner's son had gotten wind of the inheritance and was making trouble. Now normally lawyers would handle such a thing on their own but George was adament in his demand to meet her face to face to discuss a proposition that he refused to discuss with the lawyers.<br/><br/>To say that Molly was more than a little annoyed at having to discontinue her journey from New Orleans to San Fransisco wouldn't be the understatement of the year. She was furious when she had bought the plane ticket back to New York from Forth Worth, or Dallas Forth Worth, DFW for short, as the airport was called. She hated flying and usually she blamed her reluctance to travel through the skys on the issues of global warming and such things but the truth of it was that it simply made her nauseous, much the same way some people get sea sick or car sick she got plane sick. It had been bad enough that she had had to fly from Copenhagen to New York to get there in time for the reading of the will, less than two months ago.<br/><br/>And now on top of everything some kind of bizarre winter weather had hit Texas and every plane out of DFW was cancelled, not that they would have been able to take off anyway. The fact that no one seemed to know exactly when traffic would be resumed again didn't help with Molly's mood. Now she would have to find a hotel room in the middle of an airport that was basically closed down and filled with thousands of people needing to do the same. She had called every hotel within the airport but none of them had wanted to let her actually book a room due to the hundreds of stranded people filling up their receptions. Her last chance was to take the courtesy van to the Airport Sheraton which was just arriving, and hope for the best. She refused to sleep at the terminal.<br/><br/>She picked up her duffel bag with clothes and necessities and the large portfolio with her sketch pads, or varying sizes, in it and walked hastily towards the van just as it pulled up to the curb.Not exactly looking where she was going she bumped into an airline hostess who came running out of nowhere, or at least so it seemed.<br/>”Hey, watch it,” Molly began but then simply shrugged.<br/>The collision was probably just as much, if not more, her own fault. Instead she mumbled an apology and let the black haired woman pass and got on the van after her.