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and section of the garage where the white Toyota with the dented bumper was currently parked.
    She had been in this state when the feeling broke through like a pulsing alarm.
    Glancing at her watch and finding that nearly two hours had passed, she rose immediately from her seat like a sentry spotting a threat on the horizon, grabbed her bag from the floor, and disembarked at the next stop.
    The underground passage below the terminal was narrow and dimly lit, which only added to the claustrophobia.  Glancing back behind, she found both the corridor and the tracks on either side empty.  She had to find a dense crowd and get lost inside, quick.  From experience, she knew that there was safety only in numbers.
    She increased her pace until she arrived at the next stairwell and started up to the ground level.
    A single man in a grey suit stood alone at the top of the stairs, his back to her.
    No, she calmed herself.  She could feel the messiness of his mind.  The conflict.  The confusion.  The anxiety.  This one was clearly a traveler preoccupied with the near future.
    She climbed the stairs past him then stopped.
    A single non-descript man in what appeared to be a black raincoat stood facing her about fifty yards away at the entrance to the terminal, his face in shadow.
    A Blank Man.
    No thoughts.  No emotions.
    No arc into the future.  No trailing past.
    A blank spot on her radar.
    Here we go , she told herself, seating herself fully in the reality of the moment--no longer looking to the future or the past.
    Maddy turned and started back downstairs, dashing down the narrow corridor in the opposite direction as an automated tram flanked her on one side.  She had to get to the next intersection and get upstairs before the other man.
    Too late!
    Just ahead, she could see him rushing down the stairs from the level above, the black tail of his raincoat trailing behind him like a dragon’s tail as he headed down toward her.  He had anticipated her direction and was attempting to cut her off.  Now he would expect her to turn back and head in the opposite direction.
    She increased her speed instead and blew through the passage between the two sets of steps, committing to take the next available stairwell up to the ground floor of the terminal.
    Taking one quick glance behind, she found the suited man stopped in the corridor, speaking into a cell phone.
    Making it to the next stairwell, Maddy took the steps two at a time to the terminal above.
    She emerged from the lower level and started down the enormous nearly empty concourse that formed a bridge between terminals.  The stark dying rays of the evening sun cast broad lines across the floor from the transparent roof lattice above, drawing long web-like fingers on the floor around her.
    Just ahead two pairs of pedestrian platforms moved in opposite directions down either side of the corridor, moving passengers quickly through the length of the long concourse to their destinations.
    Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Maddy glanced back behind her and noticed several small groups approaching.
    Dropping to one knee and setting her bag down beside her, she pretended to tie her shoe.  She waited until the first group was reasonably close before rising.  Gradually, she slowed her rate until the group had overtaken her then fell into step just behind and slightly ahead of the second group.
    The fifty yard long concourse began to fill with people.  She assumed that a plane must have just de-boarded.
    Stepping onto the moving platform to her right just behind the large group she was following, Maddy took a moment to discreetly glance over her shoulder.
    The Blank Man on the cell phone had emerged from the lower level and had started down the platform about twenty yards behind her, pushing roughly past travelers in his way.
    She looked up.  Just ahead, a second suited man waited at the end of the moving platform, cell phone held down beside the long tail of his raincoat like a