Lost documents

B boarded the plane with Simone. "Where's Dad?" He asked. "Dad has too much work," Simone explained. "He can't come with us. But we'll get back home in time to spend Christmas with him and all your brothers and sisters." Somewhat mollified, B nodded. "Hey! Can we take one of those bed seats?" He pointed to the first class seats. "Sorry..." Simone eyed the seats wistfully herself. Still, they had two seats side by each and managed to stretch out somewhat during the long plane ride from Toronto to Paris. But the jet lag worked in full force nonetheless. Their plane arrived late and by the time Simone had carted their luggage to another terminal to catch her connecting flight to Lyon, she realized that she'd lost their passports. She announced this loss to every official she could find but, given the fact that the reporting office happened to be located in the first terminal where Simone's plane had landed and that Simone's connecting flight was due to depart at any moment, Simone had to choose between her flight and their passports. It could have been worse: at least Simone had alternate identification in her possession. B did a bang up job of keeping up, occasionally riding on the luggage cart when exhaustion set in. Simone picked up some snacks from a stand just before boarding their plane - even though the loss of the passports had left her with little to no appetite - and was surprised to hear her name called out over the intercom. She hurried over as directed. At the gate, an Air France official handed Simone the previously lost passport. Okay. Time to eat those snacks now!