I am being pursued through a rge airport that is also a shopping mall by an unnaturally huge and muscur man and a pair of nearly identical looking women with long bck hair. I think I knew the man as a child, although I cannot recall his name at the moment. I am not sure if he is angry at me for something I did way back then or for my more recent dabbling in witchcraft.

  Somewhere along the line I mispced my backpack, and with it my cellphone and ID. I am alone in a foreign nd and without means to call for help, board my flight, or leave without rousing suspicion and possible arrest. Still pursued, I double back to where I'm sure I left my backpack, but it is long gone. Perhaps I could check with an airport customer service desk about a lost-and-found, but that would require standing still in line for longer than is safe.

  One of the bck-haired women corners me inside a fancy restaurant that I tried to cut through. She is not unsympathetic to me. She offers me a deal in order to get her boss off my trail. I accept.