She leaned back failing to just relax. She had nothing really to worry about. She had accepted a good job 3 months ago, with a good salary and benefits she couldn’t say no to. And Christ the job had come at the rightful time. No one spoke about the racism in Queen Elizabeth’s lands enough. She could finally breathe without the non subtle racist behaviour she had encountered since she had gotten her job. “Scared of flights?” Luna pulled herself from her little bubble of memory at the deep voice coming from besides her. She turned and chuckled staring at the man who she was sure hadn’t been there 2 minutes back or was she now losing het mind? Was this how mental illness started? Gosh Lunathi Baaitse! Get a grip. She sighed.