Loves Inferno When Fire Meets Ice

DORIS EVANS scurried through the crowded airport, searching frantically for the lost and found office. Her heart pounded against her chest and her breath shortened and quickened as she pushed her way through the throngs of people. She felt panic rising inside her, and her hands trembling as she fumbled through her pockets, looking for her phone.

OH, DORIS! YOU AND YOUR SCATTERED BRAIN!

How had she misplaced her purse? There were important things in there that she couldn't afford to lose.

Just when she was about to lose it completely to panic, she spotted a sign pointing to the lost and found, and she hurried towards it, feeling a glimmer of hope.

She shoved past someone as she reached the entrance. Subconsciously, she apologized hastily before proceeding to the clerk's desk.

Doris cleared her throat. "Uh. . . Hi, there!" She said, addressing the clerk. "I lost my purse some minutes ago."

Desperate, she pleaded with the clerk, explaining that she had her passport and other important documents in the purse. Luckily, someone had just brought in the same purse she had described.

"Is this your purse?" he asked, holding up a small black handbag.

Doris' eyes widened in recognition. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "That's it. That's my purse! Oh! I was really starting to panic. Thank you so much!"

After going through the identification process and whatnot, it was released back to her.

Before she turned to leave, relieved with the fact that her belongings were retrieved, she asked the clerk, "Do you have a clue who might have found my purse? I would love to thank him personally."

"Oh? He was just standing there on the phone a few minutes ago."