I stopped in the parking garage long enough to decide to take Logan's car
instead of my
bike, but now I miss my bike almost as much as I miss Logan. I left Seattle heading east.
I was just outside the city when I realized I was being followed. I cut north, heading on
an old highway that went to Canada. It was not my plan to head to Canada, I didn't have
the right papers, and I didn't even have my passport. The only ID I had on me was my
sector pass, but I kept driving, taking highways and going through small towns seeing if
it would be hard to lose my tail. As it got dark, I drove into another town, and this is
where I decided to lose him. It took all of ten minutes, and then I quickly continued up
the coast.
That's when I realized how close I was to Canada. After being absolutely sure I was not
being followed, I pulled over to figure out what I was going to do. Luckily, Logan and I
were planning a trip out to his Uncle's cabin that weekend, and although it was only
Monday, we had partially packed the car already. I got out and checked the trunk. Aside
from Logan's extra wheelchair, there were our two backpacks with a few changes of
clothes in them. I checked the spare tire, just in case, and found a small brown toiletry
bag stuffed in beside it. Curious as to what Logan may have put in there, I opened it.
About a dozen ID cards spilled out, with different names on them, two had Logan's
picture on them, and another two had mine. I looked at them closer, they were both sector
passes but they were different levels of clearance. There was something else in the
bottom of the bag, so I dug it out. There were two passports, one male and on female.
Also was a picture of Logan and I, taken in front of his building. I remembered when he
got Original Cindy to take that picture; both she and I were confused as to why he wanted
her to take it, especially since he had never shown the photo to us. I realized what he
wanted me to do. I closed the hatch and got back into the car. I searched the glove box
and found Logan's cell phone. I also found a bag with a pair of scissors and a tube of
something in it, also a set of pencils that had color. I hadn't seen these last two things
before. I carefully cut the photo in half, and put the picture of Logan in my inside jacket
pocket, I would frame it later. I opened the tube that looked like a giant stick of lip gloss,
and realized it was glue, so I carefully put some on the back of the paper and stuck it in
the front of the passport. I was now Kori DeSmit.
~~
bike, but now I miss my bike almost as much as I miss Logan. I left Seattle heading east.
I was just outside the city when I realized I was being followed. I cut north, heading on
an old highway that went to Canada. It was not my plan to head to Canada, I didn't have
the right papers, and I didn't even have my passport. The only ID I had on me was my
sector pass, but I kept driving, taking highways and going through small towns seeing if
it would be hard to lose my tail. As it got dark, I drove into another town, and this is
where I decided to lose him. It took all of ten minutes, and then I quickly continued up
the coast.
That's when I realized how close I was to Canada. After being absolutely sure I was not
being followed, I pulled over to figure out what I was going to do. Luckily, Logan and I
were planning a trip out to his Uncle's cabin that weekend, and although it was only
Monday, we had partially packed the car already. I got out and checked the trunk. Aside
from Logan's extra wheelchair, there were our two backpacks with a few changes of
clothes in them. I checked the spare tire, just in case, and found a small brown toiletry
bag stuffed in beside it. Curious as to what Logan may have put in there, I opened it.
About a dozen ID cards spilled out, with different names on them, two had Logan's
picture on them, and another two had mine. I looked at them closer, they were both sector
passes but they were different levels of clearance. There was something else in the
bottom of the bag, so I dug it out. There were two passports, one male and on female.
Also was a picture of Logan and I, taken in front of his building. I remembered when he
got Original Cindy to take that picture; both she and I were confused as to why he wanted
her to take it, especially since he had never shown the photo to us. I realized what he
wanted me to do. I closed the hatch and got back into the car. I searched the glove box
and found Logan's cell phone. I also found a bag with a pair of scissors and a tube of
something in it, also a set of pencils that had color. I hadn't seen these last two things
before. I carefully cut the photo in half, and put the picture of Logan in my inside jacket
pocket, I would frame it later. I opened the tube that looked like a giant stick of lip gloss,
and realized it was glue, so I carefully put some on the back of the paper and stuck it in
the front of the passport. I was now Kori DeSmit.
~~