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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 921883" data-attributes="member: 9167">Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures RowSyracuse, New York7:16pm Late Spring, 2003I must be dreaming.. Lorelai thought to herself as she hovered in the realm in between wakefulness and sleep.  She didn't want to move quite yet, because then it would all be real...the blood, the shooting, the three men in a speeding car going to who knows where.Her eyelashes fluttered open to stare at a ceiling - a car ceiling...a car that smelled like men - sweaty men with their deep voices all talking.  And oh a little meow...was that her beloved Krizzel?  Still too much testosterone cramped into such a space for her liking.Trying to sit up and straighten herself, her hand rested on Terrell's thigh in the process.  Her mind though remained occupied in steadfast denial that she did not do such an undignified and embarrassing thing as faint."Must have hit my head," Lorelai declared, reaching up with the other hand to rub the spot where she had bumped the gear shift.</blockquote>