AFTER THEY LEFT, I got back into bed and turned the television on. As I began flipping through the channels, I found myself stopping at one of the News channels, where they were reporting about an incident at the Dublin Airport.
“Witnesses still aren’t sure exactly what happened,” said the female reporter, standing next to the main entrance of the airlines. “But as you can see from the broken glass, something flew through here. Something very big and extremely powerful.”
“It was a man carrying another man,” said one of the witnesses, a guy about my age. “I saw him fly through that glass like it was nothing. Then he shot up into the air and disappeared.”
“Did you get a good look at him?” asked the reporter.
“No, but it was definitely a fella.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t some kind of large
