Jayme sat at the terminal with his carry on watching the plane taxi down the runway. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeved polo. It was still very early, not even full daylight. The runways were still lit. His plane wasn't very large, a small commuter jet, which would take him to a larger airport in the states, there he'd connect ot his Florida flight. He was tired, very tired.

The prior week had been so strange. Erik had disappeared, then a doctor had called. Cecily wasn't sure where he'd gone but explained, in her odd disjointed way what had happened and then called Jayme when the girl disappeared. The old man at tha ntique shop hadn't known anything either according to Cecily. Lin had gotten out of the hospital, and then gone to stay out of the city with a cousin someplace in Mexico. The newspapers filled with more bizarre attacks and mutilations, it was freaking Len out just a bit. She wasn't afraid, she like Jayme just needed away from it. Her decision to take a trip had prompted his own.

He was going home, to uncle Jon's, his refuge. The shop was closed. He'd given the girls paid vactaion and apologized to his customers. Life would go on. Josh Gunn was supposed to be handling the properties and keeping Len's gallery opened for limited hours. Jayme had written himself several notes to call and check in.

He shook himself from his thoughts as his plane was boarding. "Bye Bayfield." He murmured as he walked up the ramp.