August 25, 1979
Greece
The sun was setting over the horizon and the skies were the color of sherbet. There was a cool breeze from the ocean and a faint smell of fish in the air. It was a beautiful night. Donna Sheridan breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, wishing she could stay forever.
"Donna?" Another woman, wearing dangerously tall platforms and a dangerously short skirt, tottered down the narrow steps toward Donna. "We have a plane to catch, you'd better hurry. Unless you want to stay here forever. And if you stayed, we'd have to stay too because the Dynamos are nothing without Donna!"
Donna automatically laughed with her, not really hearing the joke.
"Come on, it's a long drive to the airport." With that, Tanya toddled away to the rented car, where their best friend – and fellow Dynamo – Rosie waited.
Donna turned back to the sunset. She could see the island from where she stood; the quickly falling sun framed it like a picture from a postcard. That island had seen some pretty good times in the short months they had been in Greece; maybe she would come back one day.
"DONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA." The HONK of the car horn woke her – and several elderly neighbors, no doubt – from her reveries. "I'm coming!" she called, grabbing her suitcase and sprinting to the car.
