<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">What had started out as a tour through of Europe with the next stop in Paris turned into a detour of the plane to land in Germany, a strange sensation deep in Ophelia's (http://blog.neqo.org/images/Photos/2006/03/AdrianaLima231.jpg) gut starting up the moment the plane landed. It brought a frown to perfect features and had her paying attention to every little detail as she moved through the corridor and into the airport. Customs was not a problem in the least, it never was, and the glances that came her way as she collected the expensive leather traveling bags from the claims was normal and overlooked, pale eyes shifting about in a bid to find what had her set off that odd sensation deep in her belly.<br/><br/>Even the process of calling her agent did little to calm that feeling, heels clicking against the shiny tile floor while she headed towards the car rental, husky voice kept low while she impatiently answered all the frantic questions of her agent. “<em>I cannot help that the plane was detoured Phillipe, call them and cancel for tonight, there is no way I can make it to Paris tonight. I will call you back in the morning.</em>” <br/><br/>The call was ended with a tap against the screen of the phone, pale eyes lifting as she stepped free of a crowd of people, the sight of the group standing near a minivan causing the sensation in her gut to lurch almost painfully. It was then that it all made sense, a tingle from the bracelet guiding her to move towards the group. <br/><br/>“<em>Halló…</em>” Sultry voice purred from plump lips, slender fingers slipping the cell phone into the large leather bag hanging from one bare shoulder.</span></div>