Little did Cale know it, but on the opposite end of the HUGE airport, his girlfriend and the Ravvie brothers were headed off for the concert, leaving him all alone on the opposite terminal, waiting for a cab himself to come pick him up.

He glanced at the map he had bought back home and sighed. This would be sooooo helpful if he knew which direction he was facing. He had a pretty good internal compass, ironically, but it wouldn't do him any good if he was nothing more than a tiny black dot on the map right now.

"Hey, I need a cab!" he yelled, waving his arms around. Wasn't that how you were supposed to get their attention. No, it didn't seem to be working--in fact, he just kept getting weird stares from people. What, had they never seen a person try and hail a cab before? Sheesh. "Oi! Cab Man!" he tried again. Nothing.