Timed Prompt

        It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh Field. The seats were beginning to fill in with people who I assume are either going to see their families for Christmas, or trying to get away from them. In seat 6a,b, c, and 7c was a family of four. Two little children bundled up in a mountain of blankets, probably looking forward to getting their annual visit from Santa. In seat 14b was a business man glued to his phone, probably married to his work and not looking forward to seeing his family. In seat 19a was a young man coughing his lungs out, when he yelled, I have Ebola! Great, this again. Some foolish kid begging for attention. I have seen this millions of time, but I knew this could not be good. Lights began flashing simultaneously, babies began outbursts of crying, and mothers and fathers started to panic about the safety of them and their children. Men with hazmat suits filed into the center aisle of the plane and, one by one, escorted us out of the plane. This seemed uniform to them, as if they have done it a million times, but I could tell by the expressions on their faces, they were in a sense of panic. I, however, was quite calm during this whole fiasco. The contents of the plane was all shipped of to the nearby hospital. They said this was the written procedure for what must happen. Everyone had to go along with it, and we all wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so we cooperated. The person who "has Ebola" however, did everything but cooperate. He resisted getting off the plane, he resisted getting on the shuttle, he resisted getting off the shuttle, he resisted help. Everyone was given a thorough inspection from head to toe, in every crack and crevice. It was unsurprisingly uncomfortable and awkward. Next, came a thorough cleaning for all of us. If Ebola had been on that plane, they were going to be certain it stayed there. The results were back. Parents watching and worrying over their children, business men looking at their watches every two seconds hopping they won't be late for their next meeting, and teenagers just wishing they could be anywhere but here right now all looked up with optimistic faces, that they would be safe. The results: negative. The Ebola patient was an attendee from a close by mental institution who had escaped the place he called home, and we called a prison. He was sent back to where he came from and all of the people were given a free first class ticket on the next flight out of here. It was an interesting experience that I could now cross of my bucket list, but I was happy everyone was safe.