Despondence

The driver noted how his passenger’s return was very different from when she first set out on her journey.

On way to the airport to return to Egypt, she had been animated, anxious but hopeful, and chatty.

On the way back, she kept passing out during conversation late at night while mumbling incoherent, garbled responses to his humor.

She was struggling with the heavy weight of depression from what had just happened, and the pressure of her now stalted monitones eluded his tympanic membrane.

While some well-placed, socialite woman would have just donated her whole wardrobe to charity and revamped her sense of identity, the travelor just returned to the sense of desperation waiting for her on the mountainside.