"Lufthansa Flight 709 from Frankfurt, now disembarking. Welcome to John F. Kennedy International Airport."

As she lifted her small bag, Hannelore still wasn't sure why she had decided to do this. She was not by nature an impulsive woman, far from it. She was usually cautious and meticulous in everything, carefully planning out everything well in advance. Usually, when a famously long German holiday came about, she spent it at home in Frankfurt. Sometimes, if she really felt like leaving the city, she would drive out to Cologne and enjoy some dining or shopping. 

But to just up and leave the country like this for her holiday, well, that was unlike her. To come all the way to New York City, somewhere she had never even considered going, with no plan or itinerary, that was just unthinkable. Especially considering her hotel was only booked for one night. Tomorrow, she had no idea what she would do.

Everything was just so strange these days. She could suddenly turn into metal. That hadn't been the case before. What else was going to change?

She could only wonder what it meant, a faraway look on her face as she hailed a taxi outside the airport. Maybe being in America would help her to make sense of it all. Maybe.