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CELEBRATING GOD%u2019S GOODNESS 243As the ground staff rolled over an airstair for the person, or people, to get out, the wary hostess went back inside only to return with a man in a brown velvet coat, a bright red tie, a crisp white shirt and a pair of neatly pressed beige pants. It was as if the man were from the %u201890s. But could he actually be from 30 years ago? That was the question on everyone%u2019s mind. Following him was a woman wearing sunglasses that were two sizes too large for her petite face. She had a poodle in one hand and a frame purse in the other. Her clean, pristine off-white dress reflected against the midday sun, as she made a disgusted face at the overcrowding officials on the ground beneath her.As more and more people began to flow out of the aeroplane from 30 years ago, the less sense it made to everyone. One of the officials made his way to one of the passengers to ask where they had come from. The passenger, taken aback by the absurdity of such a question from an airport authority, replied with a perfect British accent, %u201cWhy, from London!%u201d But the question that had prompted his reply would come to define the rest of the day%u2014not just for the airport workers, but possibly for the entire world: %u201cDo you know which year it is?%u201d Again, the man grew more confused by the unnatural nature of the questions. Yet, he answered the person: %u201c1994%u201d.The confusion inside the airport when the plane first landed was nothing in comparison to the level of chaos now. All airport gates were now abandoned.Time of FlightIt didn%u2019t take too long for the news to spread. The passengers were confused as to why the airport crew were rushing to the glass panel. An aeroplane, as clean as the rest, magnificently made its way down the runway. Despite the bustling crowd, all eyes widened,all mouths agape. There it was, right in front of them: the long-lost Boeing 420. Within minutes, the authorities were found scrambling through the already packed Kempegowda International Airport. It had been 30 years since this particular aeroplane had last touched ground. Despite the conspiracy theories that linger around it like a heavy cloud of smoke, it was clear that there was no practical way that the souls in the aeroplane would have survived for so long. The plane navigated its way to its hangar as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Officials, some in tears, gathered around the plane to have a look inside, wondering whether there were any passengers inside. As the air hostess opened the door, the shock that hit them was insurmountable. The hostess was in a clean, tight red skirt with shiny red boots and a wrinklefree red shirt. Her hair was set professionally and her smile was as bright as ever. But her perfect smile cracked a little when she caught sight of the small crowd of authorities trying to make sense of what they were seeing.