Kicking back with a nine hour layover because of a...

Kicking back with a nine hour layover because of a delayed flight. It's 11:39pm and the place is deserted. The shops and eateries are shuttered. Zamboni-floor cleaners have finished their rounds and there's nobody to be seen. Only the squeaking of the fast-walkway can be heard, it's rubber-on-metal cries keeping my ears company as I sit here....waiting for dawn.