Displaced Part 1 Fugitive
I know this is all going to sound really strange, even unbelievable... it does even to me, but it's all true. I swear. The first sign that something was not right was the noise outside of my hotel room on that morning. The conference had taken a lot out of me, what with the non-stop seminars late into the night and the early morning meet-the-presenters sessions. It was the first morning I had a chance to actually sleep and someone was out in the hallway making a God-awful racket,...