I didn't know what this was, and I wasn't about to drink it. Quickly, I tried to engage the woman in a conversation to distract her while I got rid of the liquid.

"So, what airline is this?" I asked.

"Escape Airlines!" she happily exclaimed.

Suddenly, a deep voice from seemingly nowhere announced, "Plan your Escape!™" I looked around but saw nobody out of the ordinary. The woman seemed undisturbed by the voice.

"So, who was that voice?" I questioned.

"Oh, that was the pilot," she answered, still cheerful.

"I see. Oh! Can you tell me what movie is playing?" I asked, pointing at the screen in hopes of distracting her. Just as she turned to see the screen, I dumped the orange liquid from my mug into an empty row of seats.

Suddenly, a very loud sound echoed throughout the cabin, a cross between the whistle of a steam engine and a car being forced through an electric turbine. The woman whipped around, her slices now in the position of very angry eyes. I turned slightly to see the noise had come from the water heater, which was now turned towards me so that its "face" was staring straight at me.

"Why didn't you drink your tea?" the woman asked in a very sinister voice, moving her face directly in front of mine until it was merely inches away. I could hear a strange, metallic, slithering noise begin to sound from the device that made up her "torso".

"I'm very sorry, but I couldn't drink it because I need to go to the bathroom," I lied, hoping she wouldn't notice my hands shaking and the teacup, which I had dropped when the whistle started. She backed up a bit, then grabbed the teapot and tray, and flung them at the movie screen, then turned her face to me and her orange slice eyes looked a great deal calmer.

"Why of course! Straight back, and on your left!" she exclaimed, once again in a cheery voice, motioning towards the door with one of her pincers. I could hear the slithering quiet down a bit, but it continued even as she gestured and smiled.

"Thanks," I mumbled, trying my best not to look at the movie screen, which I noticed seemed to be absorbing the strange orange liquid. I quickly made my way to the bathroom, and then I locked the door behind me. I looked at the mirror, but noticed that it was showing the back of my head for some reason. Every time I moved, or turned my head, it looked as though I were staring at myself from behind.

I quickly turned my head to look behind me, maybe for a camera or something, but I saw nothing. I turned back to the mirror and noticed that my reflection was now staring at me, frozen as if it were merely a photo on the wall, rather than my reflection in a mirror. I washed my hands, then noticed that my reflection seemed normal, though it would briefly stop and stare at me, before mimicking my actions once again. As I began to open the door, I noticed my reflection was smiling in an unsettling way and shaking its head. Then, without warning, it moved to the side and quickly disappeared. I shook my head, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the door.