On Sunday, August 15, my fiancée and I were flying home from a trip to visit some loved ones up in Minneapolis. Weeks prior, we decided to book a return path home that had one plane change, a cute little one hour layover at Chicago’s Midway Airport we figured wouldn’t make our trip too much more stressful in the end (and would be a tad cheaper than a direct flight to boot). We prayed nothing would go wrong; in the end, nearly everything did.