Chapter 3

I didn’t know what to do. I was beginning to understand what fear meant. I understood how people could die from it.

Finally I sat down, alone, nobody was left but a few ancients who took forever to get their luggage and only then because I got up and got it for them. I took a deep breath and asked myself what would a mature and reasonable adult do? Their ride was delayed. Their chauffeur got lost. Their—nothing mature here! When I did think of something reasonable to do, I went and did it. I asked at lost and found, stumbling over what to say. I had him paged, even though my stepfather had neglected to tell me his name so I just went with Mr. Alton, my last name. Nothing. I even asked a security guard; he’d been watching me for the past hour anyhow, ever since the old couple had left.