Going out in fighter jets with Lisa from work. We land, then get ready to take off-get to the end of the runway-too short, have to stop. Turn around, she goes, I try, but can’t steer, so I go off the side. Pick up the plane, walk down the road. There’s a fire, and I go down the road a bit, turn on the plane, get on the radio and call for her. No answer, but Gil comes on and asks me where I am. He tries to get me to talk, but I get the sense he’s trying to triangulate me.
My exciting life, this place