Dupont had splashed chilled water on his face in an adjacent bathroom. He had to calm down because everything was going haywire. Obviously, his mind was spinning stories, making him see things that weren’t there. The touch of the fresh water had startled him and brought him back to his senses. He chuckled when he saw his gloomy look in the mirror. “Yeah, you’re really falling apart, man,” he thought. He settled down at the little café close to his gate, where he could hear the call to passengers. He did his best not to mingle with the crowd because it made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t know why, but it was as if an immense strain weighed on him when they were around as if an imminent danger was hovering over their heads. At least, it was hovering over his.
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