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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 994811" data-attributes="member: 11714">The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal AirportGoldsboro, North Carolina2:45pm, Late Spring 2003Curled up as best she could in the chair, Rylee drifted from one dream to the next.  First she dreamed of Lt. Simms winning a rugby championship.  Then, she dreamed of Durant and Lorelai, dancing ballet together...  though Durant seemed to be dancing in a cat costume.  Then, she was back home, on the farm in Ireland...Her parents maintained a nervous silence, but Rylee hardly noticed as she played with her dolls.  It was very late, and she should have been in bed, but whatever was troubling her mother and father led them to forget about putting her to bed.  Rylee was content not to remind them, feeling rather like an an adult for being allowed to stay up this late.A car could be heard coming up the drive, and Rylee went to the window to see who it was.  Automobiles rarely came this far out into the country, especially this late at night.  Four men got out of the car, and knocked upon the door.  Her parents greeted them, invited them in, and went into the kitchen.  Even from where Rylee was sitting, she could hear that whatever conversation they had was brief and terse.Very quietly, she tucked her favorite doll under her arm, and crept into the kitchen where the adults were meeting.  They barely noticed her as she entered, too intent on whatever it was they were discussing.  Some boring adult business, no doubt.  Her father was insisting that no one would think to look in the forest, whatever that meant, and then all of the adults got up to go look at the forest, to see if it was indeed as desolate as her father insisted.  Her mother paused only long enough to warn her not to eat any cookies, as she would be going to bed as soon as they came back in.  Then, Rylee was alone in the kitchen.For a moment, she sulked about having to go to bed, until something shiny on the table caught her eye.  Climbing up in a chair, she saw that one of the strangers had left his pistol there.  The only gun Rylee had ever seen before was her father's shotgun, and he would not let her go near it, because her mother insisted that she was too young.  Fascinated, she reached out to pick the gun up.  But its weight surprised her, and she dropped it onto the floor, where it went off with a loud BANG.She was unhurt, and surprised, but not nearly as surprised at the adults, who all came rushing back into the room.  One of the men, apparently the owner of the gun, was very angry, and began shouting.  He raised his hand to hit her, and though out of the corner of her eye she saw her father moving to stop him, he was too far away.  She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the blow to fall....She gasped and jerked out of her seat, having been awakened by the high pitched whine of the plane's engines.  Now on her feet, she took a few deep breaths, trying to stop her heart from pounding.  Slowly, she looked around the plane, trying to convince herself that she was not in Ireland, and she certainly was not five years old.  During her examination of the plane, she noticed that they had gained a few more companions.  Embarrassed that she had been so moved by a mere dream, she sank back into her chair, hoping that no one had noticed her little outburst.  No doubt most of the people here thought she was loony by now...</blockquote>

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