All Maggie wanted was to get home and curl up with Roger and a cup of tea. Seemingly just as frustrated as she was, the strangely cat-like Roger seemed to hiss from his carrier. Maggie just groaned.

Honestly, how much work could it possibly be to ensure the stuffed animals, flower seeds, scarves, and ceramic knick-knacks she'd purchased for the family didn't contain bombs of any kind?! Truly, Maggie just wondered if they were seeing how far they could push a frazzled looking woman with glasses and a dog carrier. How intimidating could she possibly look? "I never even got above a C in high school chemistry, I could never make a bomb!" Maggie grumbled to herself as the customs line shifted slightly.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. Not sure if she should take it at first, Maggie figured she might as well--she wasn't going anywhere fast anyway.

"Hello?" "Hey, stranger. Turn around"

Maggie looked over her shoulder and almost bolted through the airport. There, with a big bouquet of roses and a small box in his hand stood A