David left for the airport in just enough time to arrive at exactly eleven o’clock. Normally, he would be early, but something told him that being late might be in his best interest.

Something was wrong. Something did not sit well. David watched the road as it passed. It was the same asphalt it had always been. The lights shone down with cold indifference to the world below. Other cars passed him by. People went about their lives as if nothing was wrong.

And of ...