6
Going Home
One day, that’s what he had said, it didn’t sound so bad, just one day. I watched King pleasantly say good-bye and the med-techs put me back into my bed of restraining foam. It occurred to me that it wasn’t much good to know I only had a day to wait if I had no idea how fast time was going. And let me tell you, when they sealed me back into the foam, I was well-restrained. It quickly became maddening to watch that light flicker out of the corner of my eye. I kept thinking: How soon is tomorrow? Isn’t tomorrow now? Why isn’t tomorrow now?
“Honey, I’m home!” Brian called as he entered the apartment he shared with his wife and his five-year-old son.
Hearing his father, Prince dropped whatever it was that he was doing and came running. “Daddy! Daddy!” he called, his little arm
