The train gets me to a limited-stop station near my college. So I waited while others just took another train. There was barely a soul on the platform... Just me and a tall guy in his late 30s. Worried I might miss the train, I drank a can of red bull to keep me awake.I was bored and all I had was a qwerty phone about to die. So I started a talk with the man.His name was Sumit. He was a gym instructor in the city near my college and was in the village to attend friend’s wedding. It was a hot. We got in the car with her showing a little extra leg. I drove to look at more sights.Knowing that we might be crossing the border, we both carried our passports. After sitting at a tourist attractions help booth, we booked tours and tickets for everything that interested either of us. One thing I did was book a deluxe tour just for us guided by a “local.” That would start tomorrow. The only other thing we would do today would be Skylon, a tower. We rode there and traveled up the glass. I wasn’t surprised when some faceless goon carried Catwoman in over his shoulder like a sack of topsoil. She looked pretty beat up. She ended up on a table that looked more like a mobile radar dish. Her wrists and ankles were clamped in and spread wide apart. The old lady in the robes was pretty excited by this ans squealed with a delight that resonated behind my eyeball with enough force to temporarily blind me. Kalabak was distracted by this for a moment. Catwoman’s crotch zipper was still. This was particularly interesting to me, since it addressed most of the VFL unit. However, I was finding it hard to concentrate. Paul appeared at the door to my office, and asked me, "Have you talked to Steve since he left?" No, not since I left him at LaGuardia for his flight back to Washington last night. I expected to talk to him late last night, but he didn't answer his phone then or this morning"."I guess you haven't heard the news today. An airplane, I think it was American Airlines, was.