Gavin was very still, sitting near his gate at the airport, staring into the distance. His thoughts came in and out of focus, a product of his excitement and also his lack of sleep. He felt a surge of adrenaline as the images, dialogues, and feelings of the past few days replayed on the back of his eyes. Outside, the sun had started to set. There was just one possible conclusion. “Fuck. This is like, big. This is really big,” he was thinking. “Bloody hell. This is it.”
