A pair of silver stared back at her own in the reflection of the miniature window on the 747. Engine turbines could be heard as a muffled hum through the thick steel carapace of the flight in the twilight hours when it rolled along the runway. Wound in a coat, sweater, scarf and bundled below she departed the end of that flight with an uncertainty of what was before her. She was devoured by the sight of unending lights littered in the skyline before her that threatened to scrape lacerations in the sky.
A lonesome walk began in the halogen-lit mirroring tiles below her with stainless aisles to either side of her in the abandoned terminal. As she came to a halt at the eerily-attentive attendant who held her hand out to inspect the ticket offered, she was faced with a greeting in the traditional tongue.
"こんにちは!" The broad smiling woman declared upon inspecting the ticket. "What is the nature of your visit? Business? Pleasure?" The woman began to tap away at the keyboard before her.
"Business. Personal business." She'd not even begun to attempt to learn the more complicated of the two dialects however following a few further assaults upon the keyboard which bounced in the ghost-like foyer she was handed a receipt for the trip and her ticket.
"You are all set then! Thank you for flying Air-Tokyo! さようなら!" The smile left something nervous in her stomach as she began to walk towards the exit of the building and to hail down a taxi.
To her surprise the hour was of no deterrent to the chaotic activity that filled the city's streets. Countless cars careened carelessly through their carousels of black canvas spattered with white paint, attempting to hold them within their confides though never quite securing them as tightly as one might wish. Screeching tires were all of the warning one might get as the LED-coated taxi pulled to a temporary halt beside her and the driver ushered her in with a hurried wave of the hand. A slam of a door, a few mouthed instructions and the driver immediately merged back into the river of traffic like a koy in his pond.
"I do not think that building will be open to guests at this hour miss. Are you sure you want to go?" The man asked while his eyes looked over the face in the rear-view mirror.
"I need to know where it is so I can rent a room for two weeks from now." She spoke the truth in a whispered calm, something even unique for her own truths.
"I will be able to get you just outside the gate. It's not a hard place to find really with the lights and that tragedy. Beautiful orchard out back too." He turned up the radio without further delay and began to accelerate through what would be a network of highways that somehow all wove their way around the heart of the business sector and at times the brightest building in all of Tokyo.
A lonesome walk began in the halogen-lit mirroring tiles below her with stainless aisles to either side of her in the abandoned terminal. As she came to a halt at the eerily-attentive attendant who held her hand out to inspect the ticket offered, she was faced with a greeting in the traditional tongue.
"こんにちは!" The broad smiling woman declared upon inspecting the ticket. "What is the nature of your visit? Business? Pleasure?" The woman began to tap away at the keyboard before her.
"Business. Personal business." She'd not even begun to attempt to learn the more complicated of the two dialects however following a few further assaults upon the keyboard which bounced in the ghost-like foyer she was handed a receipt for the trip and her ticket.
"You are all set then! Thank you for flying Air-Tokyo! さようなら!" The smile left something nervous in her stomach as she began to walk towards the exit of the building and to hail down a taxi.
To her surprise the hour was of no deterrent to the chaotic activity that filled the city's streets. Countless cars careened carelessly through their carousels of black canvas spattered with white paint, attempting to hold them within their confides though never quite securing them as tightly as one might wish. Screeching tires were all of the warning one might get as the LED-coated taxi pulled to a temporary halt beside her and the driver ushered her in with a hurried wave of the hand. A slam of a door, a few mouthed instructions and the driver immediately merged back into the river of traffic like a koy in his pond.
"I do not think that building will be open to guests at this hour miss. Are you sure you want to go?" The man asked while his eyes looked over the face in the rear-view mirror.
"I need to know where it is so I can rent a room for two weeks from now." She spoke the truth in a whispered calm, something even unique for her own truths.
"I will be able to get you just outside the gate. It's not a hard place to find really with the lights and that tragedy. Beautiful orchard out back too." He turned up the radio without further delay and began to accelerate through what would be a network of highways that somehow all wove their way around the heart of the business sector and at times the brightest building in all of Tokyo.