Debra is continuing to her car, thankful that it is not parked in the airport but in satellite parking. Baltimore/Washington airport is closed and police barriers are across the road. She will take Petra and Jay, Liza will return the rented van and the end of the journey is at hand.

Words fail to express the gratitude I feel for all of my travelling companions. They took me under their wing and brought me to my intended destination a day late but whole and safe. I can't imagine what I would be doing if I was still in Dallas. I don't even want to think about it. All flights have been postponed indefinitely. No planes are flying, it is eerie. Don's house is directly under the approach to BWI. On an ordinary day, hundreds of jets would have passed over.