You are standing in town next to your car with a flat tire. A car drives past every now and then, but there's not a lot of activity going on right now. The clouds have started to break up, but it would be a stretch to call it a sunny day yet. At least it's not hot.

There are two store fronts here where you are standing, a Mailboxes, etc., and a local coffee shop. There is no one in the Mailboxes store, but there are a few different people wandering in and out of the coffee shop, like any other day in any other town.

You go into the coffee shop...

As soon as you walk inside the coffee shop, the aroma of fresh coffee assaults your senses. There is a long counter along the left side of the small shop and a few small tables to the right. There are a few round tables along the right side of the room, not all of them empty. There is a small man with a thin beard typing at an old laptop computer, ignoring the room around him.

Before the door shuts, you hear the squeal of tires. A taxi has pulled up outside and the passenger door swings open. The driver is gesturing at you to get inside. You look around to see if he is talking to someone else, but there is no one else looking at him, he is clearly trying to get you to go in the taxi with him.

You get in the taxi...

The taxi accelerates quickly away from the coffee shop before you have time to put on your seat belt or even close the door. The door slams as the cab turns left in another squeal of tires. Looking around, you see the cab looks used and smells used, too. As the car turns another corner at high speed you notice that the place for the cab driver's name is empty.

Any attempts to speak with the driver of the cab are completely ignored as the driver concentrates on the road. You spend most of the trip trying to stay in your seat as the car accelerates, turns corners, and slams the brakes on faster and more often than any car you've ever been in.

Suddenly the car stops, almost throwing you on the floor. The driver does not turn around. Your door is opened from the outside by a red cap. A red cap? Yes, as you step outside of the cab you realize that you are at the airport. The red cap talks to the driver a moment, then the cab speeds away.

With no idea what else you are to do, you head inside the airport with the flow of people. You can see baggage checks and ticketing lines, but you have no bags, and you are sure you don't have enough money to pay for a ticket. You wander around a little, but then realize the entire place is focused on getting on a plane, so you are eventually pushed towards the TSA security area by the crowd.

Looking around, you realize you do not have a lot of options here. You can try and sneak past these TSA agents, knowing that many of them barely have a high school education; or you can just stay in the line with the rest of the people moving slowly towards the security check.

You continue and attempt to board the plane...

You walk up to the TSA guard, your hands empty. He looks up at you, finally realizing that something is wrong. "Hey, what the hell? What are you trying to pull here?"

His tone of voice attracts a few more of the blue-gloved guards. They gather around you quickly and one says, "Hey, do you want me to search him good?" They look from one to the other, unsure of what to do. Finally, a taller man, clearly the one in charge comes over and says, "What are you morons doing standing around? We need to keep this line moving. You know the rules. Anyone who doesn't have a ticket doesn't get through."

You continue...

You are quickly shoved and pushed. Before you can react, your hands and arms are grabbed by half a dozen pairs of blue gloves. Your hands are pulled behind your back and zip ties are quickly put in place, locking your hands behind you. "Let's go," you hear, as you are shoved from behind almost hard enough to knock you over.

You stumble forward and keep your feet as you are led to an elevator. Six TSA guards get on the elevator with you like they expect you to attack one of them and create a national security incident. They look smug, like they are proud to have captured you. The elevator moves down into the ground for a few floors -- more than you thought were in the airport. When the door opens, you see nothing but old grey walls all around the plain hallways.

They walk you down the hallway underneath bare light bulbs and exposed pipes. One guard walks ahead of you and open a large steel door on the right hallway. He roughly shoves you in the room and says, "Welcome to TSA jail."

The door slams behind you and you sit in the dimly lit room. There is a bare metal toilet here and a simple bench for you to sleep on.

Sorry, but that's all there is for this path! You're stuck in TSA jail.