Kirk had seen some pretty awful things in his life.
Demon summonings gone wrong. Grisly murder scenes. The faces of wicked strangers burned into his mind. His brother and father being sucked into a skull necklace by a mysterious woman.
But at the moment, the winner of the worst-thing-he-ever-saw contest was the words "Flight Canceled” blinking in red on the departure screens at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. Going through customs was bad enough.
Nearby, a group of passengers cursed. “How are we ever going to get home?" someone asked.
As passengers ran to their flights in the long hallway next to him and someone somewhere yelled at a flight agent, Kirk shouldered his leather travel bag, staring at the screen and hoping it was a mistake. All he wanted was to get ho
