Old Lady Airport Search

Ma'am, you will be required to step aside, remove your shoes and spread your arms.
"Why?"
It's a matter of national security, ma'am, we are not allowed to comment.
"I'm 72 years old, the widow of a secret service agent, and it's a matter of national security?"
Yes Ma'am.
"Secure this..."
[Her outstretched arms slowly describe small circles, fingertips pointing outward, oscillations increasing in speed. She forms her mouth as to say "oh" but a low note appears which wavers in time with the oscillations. The tone slowly rises as she raises her heels to stand on tiptoe. A short rise in pitch from the tone occurs as her toes lift quickly to the horizontal, elevating her about 3 inches from the floor.]
Ma'am, you'll have to stop that... Ma'am... Jose, grab her arms.
[As the agent grabs her other arm, her heels rise quickly to the level of her shoulders... she is now horizontally levitating about 5 feet from the floor.]
Ma'am!... Ma'am!... Security, this is Johnson. Report to Gate 12A! Repeat - report to Gate 12A!
[Her tone suddenly rises to a high "wooooo" then an "ooop". She swoops up while the guards lose their grip, mouths agape, eyes following her as she rises above the metal detector's roofs and down the terminal. She exits at an empty boarding door, down the short carpeted corridor, out the open end above the tarmac. A quick over the shoulder glance and then she swiftly rises almost to the vertical, speeding out of sight without a sound.]