Today had been so long. She had nearly froze to death lying in the snow waiting for the Native American spirit Niqualmie to appear. Yukishojou-no-onse..., was her answer, a hot spring in her native Hokkaido, the northern most of the main islands of Japan.She had driven straight from Mount Rainier to SeaTac Airport and bought a ticket on the earliest flight that would get her to Hokkaido with her mother's credit card. She had a short flight to Vancouver, then a two-and-a-half layover, then the. "Maybe he'll put up a 'missed connection' ad," she joked. "Then you can actually get to talk to him." Earlier that week in Sociology class we had discussed the "Missed Connections" section of Craigslist and what it represented to society. It had been a boring lecture, but it ended up serving a purpose, I suppose. The next afternoon, Megan and I were laughing about the whole missed connections idea again, and I pulled it up on a whim. Boy, was I surprised when I saw the ad. I clicked on it, and. ‘Oh, God, no, my love,’ I said. ‘I’m just a little stunned. We are going to have a child? Oh my God. You could not have given me a more wonderful Christmas present. Are you sure what we just did is not going to harm the baby?’ ‘Don’t worry , Robert,’ she said. ‘Once I get further along, it might, but not right now. I just felt the need to be with you, and love you both because of the baby and because of what happened tonight. I could not believe he would do something like that. It stunned me,. The company party was being held at a hotel about a half hour from where we lived. She said that they expected about 30 people to show up.We arrived at the hotel that evening. The parking lot was almost full but we found a place towards the back. We entered the lobby and made our way to where the event was taking place. As we entered the room, one of Carol’s co-workers, Darnell, approached us. He was a short fat black male in his upper fifties.I shook his hand and Carol gave him a hug. We.