N is a woman. She has multiple trigger warnings, children, husband and wife. She was at an airport. She swatted a fly in front of her. Then she didn’t bother but looking up the signs. Holy cows. She murmured wordlessly. There was no flights to New York. “What type of place it is.” She was rather composed afterwards. She was a Dior ambassador. She was on their ads for perfumes. It’s roses. She felt dazed after she put it on at home. She soon drifted into a deep sleep. Her companion found her odd. Etc.