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Probably a waste of energy but he doesn’t have much to do this<br />
week.<br />
Back down to the river and uptown, and as the highway rises,<br />
he ponders the choice he will soon have: to follow the curve of the<br />
highway over the GWB to Jersey, or to cross to The Bronx or<br />
Queens. He looks around, and sees what he hadn’t seen before:<br />
remnants of smoke like thin silk scarves, twisting and spreading<br />
and fading, out by the airport.<br />
He walks quickly downtown, across the Triborough Bridge,<br />
through Ward’s Island and over into Queens. Cars here and there<br />
like dead insects. The smoke vanishes and reappears, and when he<br />
gets to the airport, he finds the strewn jumble of a jet. He’s not sure<br />
what he would do if he found any bodies in it (there are none<br />
apparent from far away) and he decides against further<br />
investigation of the wreckage. Instead, he wanders through the<br />
airport, past sad luggage circling unclaimed, past a bar where<br />
cigarettes are stubbed out, some with lipstick. He sits for a few<br />
minutes, grabs a beer and a bag of chips, and pretends that he is<br />
waiting for a flight, and it’s late, and the bartender’s gone the to<br />
bathroom, and life is there.<br />
But that isn’t true. There are planes at other airports, scattered<br />
and charred, and other planes sitting there waiting for passengers<br />
and pilots who will never come. The rows of flights on the wall all<br />
say “On schedule” or “Delayed” but they are all gone. He grabs a<br />
bottle of expensive vodka, and leaves.<br />
It’s too late now to get to Jersey and back, and while there is<br />
no danger in the darkness, he is more terrified of it than he ever has<br />
been. (Were there traffic copters then, whirring in the pre-dawn<br />
black? Might have been too early for them.)<br />
Tommy heads back home, watching the light between the<br />
buildings, red and silver reflections off glass and steel on the newer<br />
buildings, while red and clear lighting touches some decoration or<br />
ornateness on the older buildings and shadows brush over stone<br />
spirals and grooves around windows and rooftops. He imagines the<br />
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