I'm waiting for a flight to depart, in a tiny foreign airport. While I wait, I'm shopping in an upstairs gift shop, not really buying anything, just browsing. It's crowded and very small.

Seems like it's about time for my flight, so I go down the stairs - sort of a metal spiral staircase - to where there are a few wooden tables, like a tiny restaurant and bar. My ex M is there, and has apparently been preparing my baggage. There is also half a beer I apparently left there, and I don't have time to finish it.

I have to go up the spiral stairs and through the gift shop to get to the plane, but when I grab the handrail, the entire staircase pulls off the wall, like a giant zipper. I stand there for a minute trying to figure out what to do, and then I notice another staircase outside, which turns out to be the main route to the airplanes.