Snippet #2122056

Ian found himself being awakened by a flight attendant tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir. We have arrived at our destination." Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he looked around to see the plane was empty. He stood, smiling sheepishly as he darted off the plane. Ian clutched his backpack to him, making sure it didn't fall. He warily picked up his luggage, still struggling to balance it. He encountered yet another man, this time he held a sign with his name on it. The man helped Ian with some bags, younger than the last man. The car pulled up to an amazing looking apartment. "So this is where Im living my dream, huh? Seems about right." He muttered, offering to take one of his heavy suitcases but the man refused, "Mr. Pratt, we will have your luggage delivered to your room." Ian shrugged, thanking the man, he hung onto his backpack as he walked to the door.

To his slight surprise, the door was already open, he knocked slightly as he entered anyways. "Hello, anyone here? You know I don't feel too secure with an open door, we should fix that, you know close it or something?" He had a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice, closing the door behind him. He turned back to the room, finding it was occupied by three people. Some guy on the couch, another guy trying to give that guy a handshake, and... who in the hell. "Lou?" He questioned disbelieving. "What are you doing here?" He questioned again, suddenly a look of realization crossed his face, "Oh I'm dreaming, that's it. This whole thing was a little bit of a dream come true anyways." Ian shook his head, putting his backpack down, its contents falling out. He paid no mind to it as he pinched his shoulder harshly, "Ow!" Ian rubbed his shoulder as he looked to Louella, all his worst memories flooding back, a look of hurt flooding his eyes. "Louella Hamilton... how great it is to see you again." He said sarcasticly, wanting to storm out but found himself stuck to the floor, looking at her.