They haunt the airports of the world, prowling the departure gates with a dog-eared dossier of papers in their hands instead of a boarding pass, grim countenances etched with anxiety, self-importance, and suspicion.
Behold, the aggrieved ghosts of passengers from delayed and canceled flights, doomed to wander the terminal concourse in search of an airline representative who might know something about the next plane to Albuquerque connecting via Arkham and Sleepy Hollow.
These phantoms are not wreathed in chains but in carry-on bags and last month's magazines. Those are not their severed heads under their arms, it's a neck brace support pillow for the long haul.
At least I assume they are the spirits of lost souls. I mean, surely no sentient living being can be that flustered and disorganized by travel logistics, even at our TSA crippled modern airports?