Reggie dreamed about being home in Illinois, winning his second tournament. Even Russell participated, ending in third place. Reggie pulled him away from the journalists to privately congratulate him. With his heart full of happiness and expectation, Reggie invited Russell to his place for a little party with his family and closest friends. But, shaking his head, Russell destroyed his dreamy hopes with a painful, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think so,” which cut more than a knife.
Then everything turned grey, confusing, and Russell changed into Vivian. She held a razor and, sniggering, screamed, “He won’t ever be like you. He won’t ever love you.”
Reggie awoke, startled, at the same time the seatbelt sign turned on. Around him the cabin shook dangerously. He was sweaty and cold. For a moment
