Doors

I'm so sad, the sad hurts. Nothing works.

I'm looking for my sister.

[IM to Sam A]

It's been a while, Sam. Is Las Vegas still your city?

[Phone call to Olivia L]

Ring, ring.

[She takes a risk and tries. Locked to Dr October F.]

Thank you for seeing me, Doctor. I feel better knowing I'm not crazy.

[And finally, a public entry.]

These should come with a welcome letter or even an instruction manual. Either would be welcome.

[In loopy, casual cursive. Purple ink.]

I won't wax poetic about how 'cool' or, for some variety, 'nifty' these journals are, since I'm sure you've heard it all before and no one likes repetition. I'll simply keep my wonderment to myself.

Instead, something practical: does anyone know where I can find a sturdy pair of heels? I've already gone through two pairs this week, and unfortunately I can't just paint my sneakers and cover them in sequins and glitter, as much as I wish I could. Who knows, it could catch on, no?

[As October F.]

[written without the full understanding that this is public]

31 October

Note to self:

1) Return to stores after midnight for discount candy.

2) Buy black-out curtains.

3) Visit mom.

[Locked to Brielle after Will's conversation with Wren. He's not entirely certain what he's going to say.]

Brielle, my name is Will Lowell. Would you have a moment to speak with me?

[While still at the Bellagio, and after seeing Evie (who looks wonderful), which gave her the idea, really.]

[Locked to Will L]
Will? I know it's been a really long time, but you used to be pretty good at keeping an eye on people. Is that still true?

I'm throwing a Boson Particle Party this weekend at the Bellagio. Two words: Open Bar.

I made the catastrophic mistake of going outside today. Not only did I note with horror that nearly twenty days had passed but also that July in Las Vegas is similar to July on the sun. A low of 90 is not really a low at all.

I'm buying a boat and driving it around on the lake (that miraculously lives in the middle of the desert).

Also. Hello again, world.

Meet Will, Will meet everyone else.

( Say hello )

[The email arrives in Evie's inbox around 5 a.m. Las Vegas time after his most restless night yet since she left. There is no other message, not even a quick "I love you". Just an airline itinerary for this morning. It's through a general carrier (not the company's private jet), but he splurged enough to get First Class, hoping that not being crammed together will keep him from losing his temper mid-flight.]

Flight: (1) One-Way Ticket 

Wed, Jun 20, 2012
 New York La Guardia Airport (LGA) to  Las Vegas McCarran International Airport (LAS) 

 Depart: 08:59am    New York, NY (LGA)
 Arrive: 11:22am    Denver, CO (DEN)
   
 United Flight 561 First Class (on Boeing 757-200)

Connection Time: 1 hr 42 mins

 Depart: 01:04pm    Denver, CO (DEN)
 Arrive: 02:00pm    Las Vegas, NV (LAS)
 
 United Flight 301 First Class (on Boeing 757-200)

Total Travel Time: 8 hrs 1 min