Chapter 6
The plane landed in St. Louis early. William and Tyler and started speaking again, when William had calmed down. Tyler didn't seem dangerous, and William had an acute sense about those types of things. Since they were early they had more time to find their next gate. During the flight they had found they were on the same flight out to San Diego.
The St. Louis airport actually had a shop or two open on the terminal, unlike the Ronald Regean Airport. They stopped off at a small newsstand and grabbed some gum and the paper. They reached the gate with ten minutes to spare; it was more than good time.
"I noticed landing took you kind of hard."
"Yeah. I don't like flying. It seems way too dangerous. And don't give me all those statistics about it being more dangerous to drive a car, I know them all."
"I wasn't going to. When I was younger I was scared to fly too. Ten years ago, when the planes crashed into the old World Trade Center, I did quite a lot of 'I told you so'ing. AT the time everyone just glared at me, I guess they still do."
William smiled and opened the paper. There was nothing new and exciting. The president was continuing George W. Bush's war with great speed. Chaney, who hadn't wanted to run, but had been pressured into it, was doing a pretty good job of continuing to wipe out terrorism. If only he could find a way to make it ok for William to be who is was.
Tyler glanced over William's shoulder and read the article. He gave a small smile and then returned to his book.
Out of the corner of his eye William noticed something strange. He turned to watch and noticed that the pages of Tyler's book were turning themselves.
"How…?"
"Oh, the pages? I can do it with my mind. I can make things hover and move. It cared people when I was younger, but now they just ignore it. They like to ignore what they don't understand." He gasped suddenly as the book left his hands.
"I know." The boy dropped the book back into the man lap. He had stopped looking at him.
"You…you can do this too?"
"Yeah. For as long as I can remember. And I can remember back to just after my birth."
"You…you…you…"
"Don't look so surprised. I can do some pretty amazing things with it. It's great for when I forget my homework at school. I can just make it appear in front of me." The boy smiled.
"Teleportation. I've never been able to…"
"My mom's friend says I'm the strongest telekinetic she's ever seen. She says that I can probably lift buildings"
Their voices had dropped to below a whisper. They had started talking with their minds, and hadn't noticed. To any casual observer they appeared to be absorbed in the test in front of them.
They had each, finally, found another—a friend.
A feminine voice pieced they're thoughts.
They were now boarding. William grabbed his duffel and the paper, and he flower Tyler onto the plane.
William looked around before getting on. It was so dark. It was like the darkness was following him. Part of him wanted to go home.
Dana paced. Their plane had been delayed because of the rain that had started just before take-off. They were now circling over St. Louis waiting to land. They had already missed William. She knew it. Even if his flight had been delayed here, buy the time they landed they wouldn't have time to catch his plane.
Dogget, who was seated a row behind her, glanced through the paper he had brought with him. It was boring, and dry, and he had already read it twice, but it was something to do. Reyes sat beside him, worrying about the ex-agent in front of her. There was a lost look in Dana's blue eyes, and it looked as if the life force was being sucked out of her.
Reyes couldn't wait to get on the ground, just so they knew they were that much closer to finding the runaway boy. She looked down at her hands. She wished there was some way that she could make everything better. Some way to turn back time.
The plane began its decent.
The plane landed in St. Louis early. William and Tyler and started speaking again, when William had calmed down. Tyler didn't seem dangerous, and William had an acute sense about those types of things. Since they were early they had more time to find their next gate. During the flight they had found they were on the same flight out to San Diego.
The St. Louis airport actually had a shop or two open on the terminal, unlike the Ronald Regean Airport. They stopped off at a small newsstand and grabbed some gum and the paper. They reached the gate with ten minutes to spare; it was more than good time.
"I noticed landing took you kind of hard."
"Yeah. I don't like flying. It seems way too dangerous. And don't give me all those statistics about it being more dangerous to drive a car, I know them all."
"I wasn't going to. When I was younger I was scared to fly too. Ten years ago, when the planes crashed into the old World Trade Center, I did quite a lot of 'I told you so'ing. AT the time everyone just glared at me, I guess they still do."
William smiled and opened the paper. There was nothing new and exciting. The president was continuing George W. Bush's war with great speed. Chaney, who hadn't wanted to run, but had been pressured into it, was doing a pretty good job of continuing to wipe out terrorism. If only he could find a way to make it ok for William to be who is was.
Tyler glanced over William's shoulder and read the article. He gave a small smile and then returned to his book.
Out of the corner of his eye William noticed something strange. He turned to watch and noticed that the pages of Tyler's book were turning themselves.
"How…?"
"Oh, the pages? I can do it with my mind. I can make things hover and move. It cared people when I was younger, but now they just ignore it. They like to ignore what they don't understand." He gasped suddenly as the book left his hands.
"I know." The boy dropped the book back into the man lap. He had stopped looking at him.
"You…you can do this too?"
"Yeah. For as long as I can remember. And I can remember back to just after my birth."
"You…you…you…"
"Don't look so surprised. I can do some pretty amazing things with it. It's great for when I forget my homework at school. I can just make it appear in front of me." The boy smiled.
"Teleportation. I've never been able to…"
"My mom's friend says I'm the strongest telekinetic she's ever seen. She says that I can probably lift buildings"
Their voices had dropped to below a whisper. They had started talking with their minds, and hadn't noticed. To any casual observer they appeared to be absorbed in the test in front of them.
They had each, finally, found another—a friend.
A feminine voice pieced they're thoughts.
They were now boarding. William grabbed his duffel and the paper, and he flower Tyler onto the plane.
William looked around before getting on. It was so dark. It was like the darkness was following him. Part of him wanted to go home.
Dana paced. Their plane had been delayed because of the rain that had started just before take-off. They were now circling over St. Louis waiting to land. They had already missed William. She knew it. Even if his flight had been delayed here, buy the time they landed they wouldn't have time to catch his plane.
Dogget, who was seated a row behind her, glanced through the paper he had brought with him. It was boring, and dry, and he had already read it twice, but it was something to do. Reyes sat beside him, worrying about the ex-agent in front of her. There was a lost look in Dana's blue eyes, and it looked as if the life force was being sucked out of her.
Reyes couldn't wait to get on the ground, just so they knew they were that much closer to finding the runaway boy. She looked down at her hands. She wished there was some way that she could make everything better. Some way to turn back time.
The plane began its decent.