I need to pack and get to the airport in time. Better get some sleep.Meanwhile, she is trying to sleep in Rachel’s room, and she is in her underwear...Rachel: (Damnit, I can’t sleep. Wish Aafi was here. Musn’t think like that. It’s that brazen behavior that gets me into trouble every time, as Mrs. Steel said.)It looks like Mrs. Steel has been corrupting her mind.Rachel: (But being together felt so good, so natural. How can Mrs. Steel say Aafi’s reunion with our family was too quick, too. Sara organized the women from the two families and had just begun to teach the children John found hiding during a recent supplies mission. She watched her husband sit down and take his boots off, thankful that they didn’t share the small cabin with any of their family members. Sara knew that John was the reason she was still alive. They had seen some terrible things since The Event, and he had protected her from all of the dangers. Sure, she had helped him out too, she could hold her own with. I know the whole ‘million hits on YouTube overnight’ thing’s only in the movies, but half the videos that get to that point started out like George Carlin said. ‘There’s always some dick, some yo-yo, some putz; and he is going to film EVERYTHING!’ Some guy’s walking around with a camera, just in case he sees something like a beautiful woman taking a bullhorn and commanding a crowd of idiots to go home and realize that other people having the same rights as them isn’t a bad thing; and them all. Rachel and Kate were in her room with the door closed. The stereo was playing, though not loudly, and every now and then, I'd hear one or both of them laugh. I turned back to the television and smiled and sighed. At least someone was having a good time. When I finally went to bed, they were still in Rachel's room, although, once in a while, they had made sudden quick appearances throughout the course of the evening. Otherwise, they remained cloistered away inside her tiny bedroom. I turned off.