The hands slowly moved in the circlering pattern,
keeping track of the time. It's solidary post on the
wall never once asking for more. Milo sat watching it
in the Airport, he watched it waiting to baord for his
flight to the US. No one seemed to be around, he was
alone in his thoughts. The crowd of peoeple seemed not
to exist as his mind mulled over the past and possible
future. A Child.. he had a daughter this thought came
to him over and over again. Sarah dead... gone forever
from the world, it had been years but he could remeber
her face clearly.
She was a lovly woman and he wished that their
relationship had went better. It hadn't and thus he
now had a grown child that he never knew of. Why had
she not told him? There was a muiltude of reasons she
might not have, the cold fact was it might have been
better off. What was he to say to Marrisa? At least
Sara had deemed it time for him to know, and then she
was taken away. He couldn't ask her anything, did she
hate him? Had she forgiven him for all those years? He
was sometimes called a clown, now that clown could
only frown.
The clock hands slowly rotated to the proper time for
departure. Milo boareded the flight, walking as if in
a dream still lost in his thoughts. What was Marissa
like? What was he going to do or say to her? Did she
even know he was coming to see her? He had to try
though, that was one thing he could not forget. That
dispite what happened between him and Sara he still
cared that he had a child. Child... She was 24 now if
the letter was right, an adult now. Could he still be
father to her?
As the plane took off into the early predawn morning
sky, he had not waited one day to take this trip. He
had told them he wanted a transfering to the SF house.
After telling them why they had sent him on his way.
He had a restless night having nightmares about him
and Sarah, troubled ones. Now that lack of sleep
showed on his weary face. He leaned back in his chair
as the plane flew towaard New York its first stop.
Sleep over took him and sent him dreams he could not
remeber when he woke up.
Hours passed when they finaly landed in New York. As
Milo got off he left his morbid thoughts long enough
ot realise he needed to call Derek. He should know he
was coming, maybe his old friend would be able to help
him a little with this. He called SF and waited for
someoen to pick up....
~^~^~^~^~^~ Later ~^~^~^~^~^~^~
It was another long hour for his next flight. He stood
staring out at the city. He would at one time go out
and have night out on the town in a this kind fo
place. Now though he had this hanging over him he
couldn't think of that. At least not yet, no he had ot
see Marissa first, he had to morn for Sarah. The sun
drew closer to the horizon hearlding the hours
passage. The next flight took him to the midwest
states. Another wait for the next flight, he again
watched teh sun through one of the windows. He turned
no longer wishing to watch the sun go through the sky
or the barren planes of the midwest. As he walked
aimlessly thorugh the airport he went over the things
he could say to them when he finaly did arrive.
He ran into someone while not paying attentio to his
surroundings. It brought him back to reality, he had
to pay attention to what he was doing. "I'm sorry I
wasn't" He began as the other man said pretty much the
same thing. Milo helped him up and he left not giving
Milo a second glance. Milo turned back to his terminal
and took the last flight to San Fransico.
It was late hours of the night as the plane landed. He
had been resting when he could along the way so he was
awake. He got a cab and headed to Angel Island. He
arrived shortly enough to the house and let himself
in. "Anybody home?" He called out hoping that Derek
was at least still awake.
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Scott "Shard" Dirk
"Am I learning?" - Angelus
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