Alain Dupont was anxious. He had not been feeling well since he got to the airport. The mere sight of the crowded airplanes at the boarding gates was scaring the hell out of him. This trip was a bad idea; he felt it already. He wasn’t even sure he had the strength to keep his word to Myriam. Failing meant the end of his relationship with her for all intents and purposes. He would never travel the world with her if he could not fly. And she had clearly stated her passion for traveling. They were an impossible match.
He had sat down at the Archibald Brewery restaurant, relaxing with a few soft drinks to complement his beef tartare. He was jealous of the surrounding people, so relaxed and happy at the idea of leaving for a distant location. How much he wanted to be like them, to be free, to
