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Seattle
is
getting
closer
.
We
are
on
the
very
outskirts
now
.
Wow
!
It
looks
absolutely
stunning
.
Seattle
at
night
,
from
the
sky
…
“
Looks
good
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
”
Christian
murmurs
.
I
nod
enthusiastically
.
It
looks
otherworldly
—
unreal
—
and
I
feel
like
I
’
m
on
a
giant
film
set
;
José
’
s
favorite
film
maybe
,
Blade
Runner
.
The
memory
of
José
’
s
attempted
kiss
haunts
me
.
I
’
m
beginning
to
feel
a
bit
cruel
not
calling
him
back
.
He
can
wait
until
tomorrow
…
surely
.
“
We
’
ll
be
there
in
a
few
minutes
,
”
Christian
mutters
,
and
suddenly
my
blood
is
pounding
in
my
ears
as
my
heartbeat
accelerates
and
adrenaline
spikes
through
my
system
.
He
starts
talking
to
air
traffic
control
again
,
but
I
am
no
longer
listening
.
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
faint
.
My
fate
is
in
his
hands
.
We
are
now
flying
among
the
buildings
,
and
up
ahead
I
can
see
a
tall
skyscraper
with
a
helipad
on
top
.
The
word
“
Escala
”
is
painted
in
white
on
top
of
the
building
.
It
’
s
getting
nearer
and
nearer
,
bigger
and
bigger
…
like
my
anxiety
.
God
,
I
hope
I
don
’
t
let
him
down
.
He
’
ll
find
me
lacking
in
some
way
.
I
wish
I
’
d
listened
to
Kate
and
borrowed
one
of
her
dresses
,
but
I
like
my
black
jeans
,
and
I
’
m
wearing
a
soft
mint
-
green
shirt
and
Kate
’
s
black
jacket
.
I
look
smart
enough
.
I
grip
the
edge
of
my
seat
tighter
and
tighter
.
I
can
do
this
.
I
can
do
this
.
I
chant
this
mantra
as
the
skyscraper
looms
below
us
.
The
helicopter
slows
and
hovers
,
and
Christian
sets
it
down
on
the
helipad
on
top
of
the
building
.
My
heart
is
in
my
mouth
.
I
can
’
t
decide
if
it
’
s
from
nervous
anticipation
,
relief
that
we
’
ve
arrived
alive
,
or
fear
that
I
will
fail
in
some
way
.
He
switches
the
ignition
off
and
the
rotor
blades
slow
and
quiet
until
all
I
hear
is
the
sound
of
my
own
erratic
breathing
.
Christian
takes
his
headphones
off
and
reaches
across
and
pulls
mine
off
,
too
.
“
We
’
re
here
,
”
he
says
softly
.
His
look
is
so
intense
,
half
in
shadow
and
half
in
the
bright
white
light
from
the
landing
lights
.
Dark
knight
and
white
knight
,
it
’
s
a
fitting
metaphor
for
Christian
.
He
looks
strained
.
His
jaw
is
clenched
and
his
eyes
are
tight
.
He
unfastens
his
seatbelt
and
reaches
over
to
unbuckle
mine
.
His
face
is
inches
from
mine
.
“
You
don
’
t
have
to
do
anything
you
don
’
t
want
to
do
.
You
know
that
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
His
tone
is
so
earnest
,
desperate
even
,
his
eyes
impassioned
.
He
takes
me
by
surprise
.
