Alex Dalton looked at his watch for the fifth time. “Bloody hell… I’m late,” he said as he looked out the window of the black cab. His plan had landed on time, even though his watch had said otherwise.<br/><br/>Setting in the back seat of the cab, “Hey Lad… Cold you speed it up a little,” he said in his Irish brogue. Running his hand down the leg of his black suit, he wondered for the hundredth time why he didn’t fly straight to Heathrow instead of flying in to Gatwick. Now all he could do was set and wait out the 45-minute drive between the airports.<br/><br/>Finally pulling up in front of Heathrow, Alex sighed, hoping he wasn’t to late. Grabbing his carry-on, he jumped out of the cap before pulling out money to pay the driver. Pulling his larger bag from the trunk of the cab, he started running through the airport.<br/><br/>Quickly checking his bag in at the counter, he continued to look at his broken watch. Smiling at the woman working the counter, he took it as a good sign when she didn’t tell him he had to run.<br/><br/>Sliding through the security check, he started running again, his hand gripping his carry-on tightly. He knew he had to go to the lounge to check in. As he ran through the airport, his ears picked up the slight sound of thread ripping. Not paying attention to the sound, he turned when he saw the first sign. Sliding to a stop as the automatic doors started to open in front of him, Alex tried to catch his breath.<br/><br/>Jogging up to the young woman, “Sorry I’m late… I thought I had more time.”<br/><br/>“Oh but you are right on time Mr. Dalton,” Docent told him, recognizing him from the entry form he had sent in.<br/><br/>Confused, Alex looked at his watch just as the bottom of his carry-on gave out. Surprised but the sound of everything falling out he forgot about his watch for the time being. Along with a change of cloths, both of his cameras rolled across the floor, the video camera came to stop at the feet of the young red head while the film for the 35mm seemed to spread around the room.<br/><br/>Picking up his cloths, he stuffed them back into the bag. He started to pick up the things closest to him, realizing he would have to find his cameras and film.<br/>