Even as Molly spread her arms, basking in everyone's cheers and her triumph, an old Oskian woman walked up to her, asking gingerly, "Excuse me… Are you Oskian?"

Molly nodded and asked, "What? Is there a problem?"

The old woman was at once relieved and quickly pleaded, "Please, my flight is leaving in an hour. My husband was just rushed to the hospital with a terminal illness, and I have to go back. If I miss this flight, I'll have to wait until tomorrow… Can you just let my taxi take me to the