Claire didn't think she'd be able to sleep she was so excited about her first flight across the Atlantic. Her last drowsy recollection was of someone snoring neaby.

The next thing she knew, the sun was shining in the window next to her seat and a tall willowy blonde attendant was offering her a frosty glass of orange juice. Soon her plane landed at Gatwick Airport. She went through Customs, retrieved her luggage and bought a ticket on the Gatwick Express to London. She cast a wistful eye at the couples around her. Sometimes she got the impression that the entire world was composed of couples. Except for her and her school teacher friends.