~~~ Back on the road, traveling through my home state. Not where I was born, though, that was at my Aunt Jace's down near Mexico. I can't wait to get home; it will be a matter of days, if that. As I travel, I think of the dreams I've had the last two times I slept. I'm starting to remember the first one, and the second I never forgot. I wonder why the airport was attacked, that is, if my dream was accurate. I don't remember hearing anything on the news about the airport going down, but then I was pretty absorbed in my own grief those days. I think I'll look it up in the library. Shit, haven't been there in a long time, don't even know if I can remember how to look things up. ~~ I pull up in front of the building. It hasn't changed much. I glance up at the third floor windows; the lights are off, no one is home. Good. I go around back to the parking garage, park the bike and set the alarm, then go upstairs. I had been right; no one is home. I immediately go to the bathroom and take a long, hot shower. It is the first hot shower I've had in a long time. After getting dressed, I crash. ~~ Four hours later, I wake up without dreaming. Good. I get up and look around the room; nothing has changed. I walk out into the hallway, the pictures on the walls are all the same, and so is the clock at the end. It says it is twenty after one. Good, I have lots of time. I go back into the bedroom and get dressed, search for my keys, then grab an apple off the kitchen table on my way out the door. ~~ I remember coming here with my father when I was a kid, he loved to look at the old books; they had no pictures in them so at that time I didn't care. Now I go straight to the old news section and borrow a television for an hour after finding the newsreels from September 2o26. It is all on one DVD so I easily find the information from my birthday, then start watching. My dream was accurate. It showed security camera footage from inside the airport, there is a camera pointed at the ticket counters. It pans over the six counters, I can see my mother at one of them, arguing with the man behind the counter, daddy is beside her, his hand on her arm, trying to calm her down. It must be from after Cindy and Bling took me to the terminal. I fast-forward a ways, the newscaster comes back on, talking, so I stop and listen to what she has to say. She says the police believe it was a planned attack, and are still looking for the culprits. I fast forward to the next day's footage. A lot of it is new stuff, but near the end, I find some more about the airport. The lady comes back on, saying the police still haven't any suspects in the case, and it shows a picture of the airport after the attack. It looks terrible, the buildings glass windows shattered, walls crumbled. It even looks like one airplane was hit. The lady comes back on saying numbers of people hurt and killed, but I'm not paying attention. I can't believe the wreckage I saw. I keep fast- forwarding the DVD until the next days footage, and the next, put there is nothing more on the airport. ~~ After returning the DVD to the librarian, I have one more place to go before I return mom's bike to Cindy. Cutting across the city, I easily get past the sector cops to sector five. I pull up in front of the building. I look up at the building and take a deep breath, working up my courage. Finally, I step off the bike and walk into the parking garage, set the alarm and walk to the elevator. In the elevator, I take another deep breath, then slide the key pass in the elevator and press the penthouse button. ~~~