“Sir? Are you all right?”
I nodded, leaning back from the wall. “Too much coffee,” I said.
“Yeah, that happens.” The woman smiled and walked on.
I stood in the middle of the short hall, halfway between here and there. I could turn back right now. I could run to him.
“Sir?” The woman—a young brunette dressed in an army jacket and black jeans—was stepping back to me. “Do you need help?”
“I feel a little out of it,” I said.
“Well, give me your arm and I’ll walk with you.”
“Thanks.” I took her arm. I didn’t know who this girl was and why she was being so sweet to me, but I needed her, yes.
“I’m Julia,” she said, walking along with me.
I straightened up. “I’m Allan…Thank you.”
“Sure, Allan.” She smiled. “So, what do you say we get you on your plane?”
“Yes,” I said, my heart swelling with excitement and sadness. “I think that’s the plan.”
But I still wasn’t sure if the plan was mine, or part of the Karma Police’s design.