The Broken Suitcase and Another Missed Flight!

Eventually, I made it to Washington D.C. from London.  I look at my watch, and it reads 3:00 a.m. I must sleep on the flight to Nashville. (I was too tired to sleep on the London-Washington D.C. flight.) First, I needed to get my bag out of baggage claim before catching my next flight. (It is a rule when traveling internationally back into the US.) Oh no...my 23 kilo suitcase is missing a wheel. I must do my best to balance it on 3 wheels and head back through security. This is a task for a rested person... but I am not a rested person at this point.
What's that? I hear my name being paged in the deserted Washington airport. I wonder what for. I went to a counter, but everything was closed...no personnel. Then, I found a police officer. I was given a piece of paper telling me that I had missed my connecting flight to Nashville due to the European airport delays. I would need to find a hotel in Washington D.C. with my 3 legged suitcase.