Alan brought his laptop to the airport. He had a nagging feeling that perhaps this said something about him but he chose to ignore it. The immediate physical danger was more his concern. Though it was more like hypothetical physical danger. Days after receiving the letter Alan calmed down considerably. Though he no longer held the strange hope and fear the letter had awakened, he still made the plans, still boarded the plane, still brought his laptop. 

The place was buzzing with activity and it made Alan feel whole. He loved being in the center of a large crowd. The movement of people felt like the entire world breathing to him which helped him to walk a little taller, move a little faster and smile a little easier. Whatever nutjob he found in the terminal would be charmed as hell even if it did end up being a massive waste of Alan's time. Really it was the whole aesthetic of such public areas that he loved. The small shops selling cinnamon buns, families separating, reuniting, and a calm voice telling everyone where to go and what to expect when they got there. An airport is just humanity at it's most efficient. 

Approaching the meeting place Alan's heartbeat immediately sped. However the mundanity of the other people there helped to calm him. Either one of them had something to say to him or the whole thing was a hoax. The gears started turning in his head immediately as to how he could turn wasting over a hundred bucks just to find no one there into an article. 

"Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me?" He said almost apologetically to the people sitting silently in front of him.