<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Heather.jpg)</div>Heather Graff had been on her way home from a medical seminar in California and though her luggage was on wheels, the weight of it pulled at her arm. Inside amidst clothing were a variety of medical texts that she had been studying.  When you had to run through the airport and weave through crowds of people, they weighed a ton. Add to that the laptop case slung across one shoulder, and the carry on slung across the other, and she felt like a pack mule.<br/><br/>The world had been entering a state of turmoil lately, but she still had school to attend. Until they canceled her classes, she was going to attend. She had been lucky to get a seat in the seminar when she had signed up for it three months ago, and she hadn't been willing to let something like... whatever was happening, stop her. Heather had a goal, and nothing was going to stand in her way. One way or another, she was going to be a doctor.<br/><br/>The redhead shouldered her way through the crowd, stepping on toes where needed, and yanking on her suitcase when it threatened to get stuck in the crush of bodies. "MOVE IT!" She bellowed in anger at a man who was pressing against her heavily in the throng of the crowd. Fuck. These people were like goddamn sheep the way they were crowding together.<br/><br/>She stepped through the edge of the crowd and down off the curb in a sudden stumble that nearly sent her sprawling with the weight of her baggage. "Shit!" She braced one palm against the side of the cab that happened to be in the way of her fall, and she uttered a small prayer of thanks that the vehicle had been parked instead of driving by. She didn't miss the panic and desperation in the crowd as the cabbie announced his rates. Already someone was waving money in his face. "Shit!" She swore again, pushing her hair out of her face and digging through the pockets of her knee length black woolen coat, for her wallet. Her purse was tucked inside the carry on and keeping her wallet on her was easier in the airport.<br/><br/>Heather came up with $100, the last of her travel money, and she held it out to the cab driver, her hand trembling in the cold air. "Here. Take me. Please?" Her breath came out in small puffs of white and she fought to keep from shivering at the cold. "I need to get to Arlington."