A little later, inside the airport terminal, Emily still felt almost lonely. She was standing in the middle of a crowd, waiting for her baggage, but she felt strangely isolated from everyone nearby, the same way as she had in the plane.
It had been an hour since the plane landed, and everyone had been disembarked safely and then moved inside the terminal. It had been efficient. There had been stairs to walk down, and buses to transport people, and food and drink and medical attention for anyone who needed those, once they had arrived inside the terminal building. There had been camera crews in the distance outside, from the big TV channels Emily thought, and there were other people with cameras actually inside the terminal, in the rooms the passengers were taken to, official people with badges, who Emily assumed were air accident investigators there to ask people to describe what had happened. The aircrew had said investigators would be around, but Emily didn’t talk to any of them, so she didn’t know for sure.
She and Ian had left the plane together, walking down the stairs one after the other, but then they had become separated while they waited to board a bus. Emily had been standing vaguely near Ian, but not too close, wanting to stay nearby but also keeping her distance a little, and probably not trying as hard as she could have to stay together now that real life and relief were beginning to take over her thoughts. She had stood on the tarmac, waiting in the crowd, and there were flashing lights and the stingy sharp smell of airplane fuel, and people asking questions all around her. She stood there, and waited, feeling relieved and very tired, and she had thought Ian was beside her, but when she next looked around, he had gone.
They had been being jostled and bumped by other people moving around, and somehow had got bumped apart, and then ended up in queues for different buses. By the time Emily realized what was happening they were already getting into buses, and Emily had felt a little strange about changing queues and running after Ian. So she hadn’t.
Ian hadn’t said anything, hadn’t said goodbye, but it had been crowded and confusing and people were pushing past each other and moving around. He might have just become separated from her, shifted a little away in the crowd without realizing. He might have assumed they would all end up in the same place, inside, and he could say it there. He might have, Emily supposed, but on the other hand, it was starting to feel a little awkward staying together, and like their moment of closeness was over, and now they had nothing to say, and she thought that perhaps a neat and tidy ending on different buses would be better. So she didn’t try as hard as she could have to find him.
She had looked around, and not seen Ian, but there were buses nearby, blocking her view, and she wasn’t tall enough to see over most of the people, and was still in the middle of the crowd, near the plane. Then someone started telling her to get on the next bus, and Ian still didn’t seem to be anywhere nearby, so she decided to just let him go, and not to worry about saying goodbye.
She got on the bus, and sat down, and honestly didn’t expect to see him ever again.
It was strange, she thought. They had that little moment of closeness, a fleeting moment when their lives touched, and then, quite suddenly, it was done and now they would probably never meet again. It was odd, she thought, but it probably wasn’t rare. All around her other people must be doing the same thing. She would adjust, and everyone else would too, and mostly it didn’t matter, and she was just pleased to be on the ground, and still alive, and so she wasn’t especially bothered about what had happened to Ian, even though she wished she could have said goodbye properly.
They went to the terminal on buses, and were taken inside to a separate area where someone from the airline said sorry for the nuisance and they hoped everyone was all right, and that there was food and coffee here, that it wouldn’t be much longer, now, and they could arrange for new connecting flights to replace any that anyone had missed. Someone asked why there was a delay, and the airline rep explained that they had to wait around for their baggage to be specially unloaded from the plane, because it was still out on the runway being inspected, and not at the terminal where the usual unloading process could happen, and that not having their baggage meant they couldn’t go through customs yet either. So they waited. They all sat around in several different rooms, and didn’t really say much to each other, and Emily looked for Ian again, but didn’t see him, but that wasn’t especially surprising when people were so spread out.
It took an hour, which wasn’t really that long, given what had happened, and then some more airline staff collected them and asked them to come through to the baggage claim area.
Emily stood up, and walked with everyone else. The arrivals area of Sydney airport was a little dingy, she thought. She had always thought that, travelling through it. It was dark and crowded and windowless, with ceilings that always seemed a little too low. She had always found it odd that the departures area was spacious and quite nice, with lots of glass and tiles and the huge tidy row of check-in counters all along the front, but that the arrivals area was dim and dingy. It meant that when you were flying off somewhere else you got quite a nice place to leave from, but arriving, coming home, you just wandered around in what felt like a service area, along dark tunnels and around odd corners to the baggage claims area, and you didn’t see a single pane of glass or a view. They tried to make it seem cheerful, at least the duty-free shops did, but it didn’t really work. The arrivals area was still dark, and the ceiling was too low, but Emily was still glad to be there, anyway.
She followed the crowd, and then stood around with everyone else while they wanted for their luggage. She was standing on her own, feeling worn out and a little glum, being bumped by other people’s trolleys and elbows, wondering why they were bothering to jostle each other when the conveyors hadn’t ever started yet. She was standing there thinking, when she realised that Ian was standing a few people along from her.
She looked. She stared. She almost called out, and then she hesitated. She didn’t know if she should bother him.
She wondered whether to say something, and decided she probably should. To be polite, at least. She waved, but Ian didn’t see her. He seemed to be looking down at his phone. She decided to actually go over and speak, and pushed her way through the crowd to him. She got a couple of snotty looks from people who perhaps hadn’t bonded so intensely on the flight, but she got herself beside Ian and said to him, “Hey.”
Ian looked up, and grinned, and said, “Hi.”
They looked at each other for a moment, and Emily didn’t know what else to say, but hi seemed to be enough. After hi they just stood there, side by side, quietly waiting for the conveyor to start, while Ian fiddled with his phone.