You trudge up to the third terminal, well out of breath by the time you get there. The icy wind out here used to phase you, but now its attempts to batter you yield nothing. You enter the small building, and see a small collection of people you assume are also bound for the states in one corner, and the flight director standing by the small door that leads to the plane.

	You check your watch. You've got five minutes til your plane leaves.



	*stand around for awhile

	*go talk to the flight director

	*go talk to the group of people