 And I can feel my heart pounding in my chest because I'm leaving. She gets to the airport. And I check my bag and I walk with my dog through security. I hate TSA with the fiery passion of someone who has no sight in one eye and can't hear very well. And I remember that they had to pat me and the dog down. And I'm fumbling my ID like I can't find things. They're talking at me. I can't hear them.