14B

A toilet flushing.

"Holy shit, we forgot to check the stalls", I screamed to myself.

Staggering back upright, the 3rd stall from the left opened up, and out shuffled a middle aged woman, probably around 45 or 50 years old wearing a grey coat and matching hat.

Unable to move, I froze like a deer in headlights. A stunned and confused expression filled her face as we made direct eye contact for what seemed like 4 hours.

Looking me square in the eye she quietly whispered to me.

"I'd love to know who your travel agent is."