Someone of Consequence

(continued from Spouses and Research)

Since The Long, Dark Teatime of The Soul forewarned of flames and explosions, we didn’t stick around. However, based on when we passed through it, Heathrow won my award for the emptiest and quietest extremely busy airport I’ve ever encountered. 

Quiet, but not dead. At some point, we became aware that Someone of Consequence had arrived after we did. Someone we never saw, but whose presence was undeniable. I’d have guessed President of The Galaxy, but...