Epilogue
Then I woke up.
I lifted myself off of the pavement outside of the airport. I was weak, and my chest hurt. I knew where I was. I didn’t know who took me.
Whoever they were, they wanted me to leave.
I could feel the tickets I had bought a couple days ago for salt lake city in my pocket. No luggage. No problem.
I went through security, got on my flight at 9:00 pm on new year's night. When we were off, it was January second, 2017.
And I guess that’s it.
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