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From the East gate of the airport, Stephanie was running as fast as she could. After being stocked in the metropolitan traffic for half an hour, she had almost thrown the tip at her taxi driver and jumped out of the car. She had not made five steps in the airport when she heard the last call for her flight back to Quebec. Godness! There was no time to waste. Luggage in a hand, ticket in the other, she ran to her boarding gate on the other side of the airport. Poor Stephanie was looking at her watch when her running was abruptly halted.