Looking at the bag now, you wonder how you did mistake it for your own, considering the rather girly and cutesy decorations attached to the zippers and buckles, save the one out of place looking Union Jack. Still, at a glance it was very plain; save the decorations, it was a completely generic travel bag, very similar to yours.
You read the identification sticker.
"Springer… Katie," you mutter to yourself. "Katie Springer. What a cute name…"
Briefly, you ponder what this girl might look like. Probably very young, judging by the bag's decorations.
Darn. This poor girl is probably panicking, searching all over the airport with her tired family. As sad as it is, you're tired as well, and the most you can (or want) to do at the moment is maybe looking through the bag for some kind of identifier or phone number you can call and inform the family that their bag is currently with you. Besides, the airport is about an hours drives from your apartment, and being as late as it is, the family would have probably checked in at their hotel by then.
Having confirmed that the bag was okay to open in context, you unzip it and are slightly taken aback by it's contents.
Katie Springer was a girly girl indeed. Nothing but dresses and skirts, save for the sky blue pajamas and frilly swimsuit. Slightly embarrassed, you find a wallet and leaf through it. In it you see her school ID, so you take it out and give it a look. Judging by the photo by the photo, you'd have said that the blue-eyed, fair-skinned, brunette was only 12, but the ID says she's 17. Huh. Looking further through the wallet, you find a slip of paper with "please call this number if found" written on it neatly in pen, so you pick up your phone and dial the number.
The phone on the other side rings, but nobody's picking up yet, so you put your phone on speaker and wait.
That's strange. You don't remember your phone being so garish and… pink. But the worst part seems to be the fact that you don't feel to bothered by this.
The phone continues to ring.