#Chapter 92: Karin

“Final boarding call for Pioneer-Blue, flight 105.” Shit. The gate check-in counter is in sight. I dash to it like I’m in an Olympic relay, ticket in hand. With the other hand, I clutch the duffel bag slung over my shoulder to keep it from clobbering me as I run. I weave my way around other passengers, milling about during their layovers or filing to their own gates, and I race past emergency workers trying to revive Ethan. He’s lying on the floor of the airport, muddied and limp. Ahead, and just to my left, a little boy is watching. He looks small and scared. There are grass stains on his jeans. A bike is laying on the ground next to him. “Last call for flight 105.” “I’m here,” I say, shoving the ticket in front of the worker. She radios to the flight crew and sends me down the jetway to board. I follow the jetway tunnel into a crowded subway car, already speeding down the tracks. Ansel’s sitting alone, slumped over. “Can I s