on my way back home to louisiana from visiting my previously long distance partner up in new brunswick, i had a connection in montreal. it was meant to be very short - just a little under an hour until i was off on a flight to chicago - but due to some cancellations and reschedules it turned into several hours of me wandering through what felt like backrooms hallways and international gates until i was promptly deposited onto a flight to an overnight stay in the atlanta airport. which i guess ultimately isn't a bad thing, considering with how long US customs took to even get to i would've missed my chicago flight anyways :'D
that is to say, while i wasn't fully stranded in the montreal airport i do heavily relate to the confusion of that damned place. this was such a real glimpse into something ive dealt with tons of times, both there and otherwise. good lil game!