MI AMADO - PART SEVEN B

"Home" Todd muttered to himself as he started to feel himself getting sucked back into that night that had played out 14 years ago. Dragging his hand through his hair, Todd fought the memory back into submission and blindly reached for the pay phone receiver. Todd grabbed the phonebook and tore out the first few pages of the A's. Scanning it quickly, he found the phone number he was looking for and punched in the numbers with a heavy hand.
"Yeah, I wanna get a seat on your next flight" Todd barked as he groped at his hair in an attempt to push it off his face. Caught up in his own maze of chaos, Todd struggled to overpower the thoughts of Téa that seemed to riot through his mind.
"What destination sir?" the airlines operator said in a sweetly happy voice.
Glancing up across the lobby at the hordes of people, Todd's eyes narrowed. "Chicago" he answered roughly.

To Be Continued In the Series "Ghosts"