James fidgited in his seat as the flight attendant's voice came over the intercom, loud even over the music blaring in his ears.  "Please turn off all electronic devices, we are starting our descent."  James sighed, and his iPod clicked off.  He took his earbuds out and stuffed them in his pocket, gazing out of the window as the plane basically dropped out of the sky.<br/><br/>* * *<br/>James walked stiffly off the plane and into the airport, pausing momentarily to stretch.  His flight from Scottland had been a long one, and he wasn't looking forward to sitting down anytime soon.  However, he spied the man with the sign and walked liesurely over to the crowd that was beginning to form.  He barely spent 5 seconds in this man's presence before James decided he didn't like him.  The man's voice was clipped and cold, like a machine.  Worse than a machine, in fact, because a machine wasn't in charge of his well-being.  James remained silent, however, and did not throw the man any dirty looks or betray any of his emotions as the group piled into the car.