.. dad." Oh, that." Her voice was dismissive, almost as if it was something distasteful, like dog shit on the lawn or a dead bird in the back yard. "W...ell, dear," she reached over his head, giving him quite a view of the side of one large firm breast, and turned on the stereo lying on the counter. Cheesy dance music blared out from the speakers. It sounded remarkably like the stuff that had greeted him at the front door that morning. Well, maybe a bit better. A bit easier to listen to... "I'm. In this vision i had a revelation that this was going to be my last winter at KCC and with the coffin in the vision I knew it to be so. For it was me in the coffin this time and not a blank face I used to see in the sandbox. The coffin was waiting to be lowered into the vault on a lush green hillside; a spring or summer funeral. I shrugged it off and finished lunch.After the very filling lunch that would require several hours in the gym to work off, I drove home thinking of all the things I. He left a note on the table saying he had to leave because of a family emergency and would not be back. He also left money for an extra week for the trouble. He knew no one would be complaining to the police.Things were packed away in his van and he was on his way out of town by 3 PM, carefully staying within the speed limit. The Watcher knew he had a long drive ahead of him. He liked fairly large towns, fifty thousand residents or more, because it was easier to go unnoticed. The closest one. I looked across the cabin. Executive seating in the plane, okay? Four seats arranged facing each other, little fold-down tables between them. Tommy’s seated across from me, Johanna beside me with little Stoney on her lap, her husband seated across from her.Dan and that crazy little redhead are in the cockpit. I definitely want to learn to fly. My husband’s learning. Everybody in this load of people is a pilot of one level or another, except me. If course, that big blue boot wrapping my ankle.