| Prologue |
| April 28th 2002 "This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard Air Canada flight C601 flying from Vancouver to Los Angeles. The crew and I would like to wish you all a safe and happy flight. We should be taking off at 6 am, which means we will be touching down at 9 am. We will be crusing at an altitude of..." As the dull metallic voice droned on, I slipped into the realm of thought. Three hours. In three hours I would be starting a new job, a new life, a new everything. I watched as the wet, dreary Vancouver morning dropped out from underneath me as the plane rose into the sky. As much as I loved my hometown, I was glad to watch in sink into the past. LA, as crime-ridden and polluted as it was, held the promise of salvation. |