It was probably the dumbest thing she had ever thought in her life
             and the very dumbest thing she had ever said. There they were, coming down
             the escalator at the airport in Dublin, Ireland, and she had to blurt out,
             "Wow! All these people look Irish." Well, duh. No wonder he had left
             her. Sure, he had waited ten years, but she just knew it had to have been
             that idiotic remark. Who could live with anyone dumb enough to say the
             And now here she was again, arriving in Ireland, without a man,
             without a job, but with every intention of getting a job working with
             horses, getting a husband, and getting settled in the one place on earth
             she had always wanted to be. It seemed there was just one problem: at the
             moment, the Irish police thought she was a terrorist.
             The main character is lost in her own thoughts on arriving at Dublin
             International Airport. She is under stress, having decided to leave the
             United States for good on the heels of a divorce, and she is berating
             herself for being less than she thinks she should be. As she is having
             these negative thoughts about herself, she is sitting on a hard chair in a
             holding room' at the airport, where she has been taken on suspicion of
             being a terrorist because of something that showed up in the x-rays of her
             luggage. In this scene, she is the only character; everything she does is
             internal and sets up the next scene in which she has to interact, in her
             mentally weakened state, with the authorities. She is just too stressed,
             tired and weak to be her usual feisty self. But she can't shake the dreams
             of a great new life with horses from her mind all the same. In view of her
             current situation of polite incarceration, the dreams seem all the more
             "I've told you; those things in my small bag that look like pipe
             bombs are horse medicine. The people I'm coming to visit asked me to bring
             some of a new kind of horse ...