**London, England – **Dana**

As her plane was preparing to land she seemed amazed at how calm-headed she appeared to be in her current situation. She had been thinking constantly though out her flight this would be a good resolution for both hers and Alice’s relationship. Time spent apart from one another more so for Alice, to see whether her heart belonged in New York or L.A. Dana in herself new this beautiful and pleasant adventure that had both travelled along together seemed trivial as she knew some how this could possible be the end in sight.

As the plane touched the tarmac at dramatic force Dana began to shudder as the plane soared though the runway her body jolted causing her to bump her head on the seat in front of her. Her forehead sore and swollen she couldn’t wait to arrive at her hotel.

As her driver waited patiently for her arrival through customs he helped her collect her belongings from the luggage retrieval carousel. Her face tired, hair knotted and scraggily placed into a ponytail, clothes crumpled she took a deep sigh of relief that she was now on solid ground.

In the car Dana breathed in the amazing view of all the tall, historic buildings, in which were designed to bring awe to the naked eye. The sky line fall low, but this was because of the time of year. It was a lot chillier that N.Y but its crispness and aroma in the air, made her feel happy to experience something so joyful and prospective. At this point her mind cast to back to Alice; this was something she would have liked to experience with her. But she knew time was failing them beyond their biggest doubts, and it was not for her to decide what Alice should do. But one thing she did know was that she loved her dearly and whatever Alice decided she wouldn’t ever stop loving her.

Dana had arrived at the Hilton, Hyde Park Hotel, her eyes gleamed at all the wonderful characteristics this city had to offer. Such potential and charisma it brought a smile to her lips which she could not deny. As she spun back around to face the entrance to the hotel she was stunned, as to how England had a certain way of elegance. Her body out of sync with time was a peculiar feeling but nonetheless she was going to have to adjust to England’s time. She threw her suitcase to the ground, gathered a few articles of clothing to wear for her dinner party-opening ceremony for the Commercial advertising convention, and some for her to wear after having a soak.