Search Party

The closest Charlotte had ever come to getting screwed on a plane was the time she'd lost all her luggage on a flight to Palm Beach.
- Sex and the City

We're walking on the way to the airport. It is, after all, just round the block from the house. I've already lost all my luggage but this doesn't bother me. I try to think of what I packed but I don't remember. I don't even remember where I'm going. I just keep walking.

I see her run towards the stadium that also serves as a museum for all the atrocious things the Nazis did during the war. I try to follow her faster but my legs feel heavy from all the walking. When I finally get there I see that a search party has gotten there before me.

"Where is she?" I ask with mild panic.

"Camille, we're sorry to have to tell you this but..."

"No! You cannot give up! You will search every inch of this stadium until you find her! Until you find some clue!"

"Camille, you have to calm down!" But it's too late because I'm throwing things, breaking the glass, pounding walls."

"No, no, no, no! She's my daughter! You have to find my daughter!"