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time: thursday morning day: march twentieth place: bailey's bay, bermuda; engel residence. (The view is on Mia and myself. We're packing, getting ready to catch our ten a.m flight out of Bermuda to Chicago, then a connecting flight to Milwaukee. It's my brother's birthday today, and we're going to be spending the night there. Then, I'm flying Mia and Alexia back to Bermuda, and myself and Warren to Detroit for Rampage. Should be a fun and exciting next couple of days. It's all about the family.)(The sun is shining bright, something I'm sure we won't see a lot of in Wisconsin. How I hate it there. I really don't know how Joe can live there, but that's his decision. I hate snow and cold weather, I feel restricted. It's hard to train in really cold weather. I mean, it's the middle of March, and it's in the seventies here, and the low thirties there.) (Mia starts to grab her stuff from the bathroom. This could take awhile.) VIRUS: Hey, don't worry about getting everything. We're only there for the night. Mia: I know. VIRUS: What's wrong? Mia: I'm just tired. VIRUS: You sure...? Mia: Yeah. I'll go check on Alexia. (Mia leaves the room, sadness devouring her face. Something's bothering her. Warren comes in.) WARREN: I certainly was able to pack a lot of stuff inside my tiny suitcase. VIRUS: That's what she said. WARREN: Haha. Damn, I always walk into those. VIRUS: Why aren't you using the suitcase we bought you? And why the hell are you wearing shorts? WARREN: Eh, it's only for a couple days man. And I don't mind the cold weather. VIRUS: Well, not minding the cold weather and dressing crazy are two different things. It ain't going to feel good when you come off that airplane onto the jetway and you're freezing your ass off. WARREN: We'll see. VIRUS: God damn it, I can't get this in here! WARREN: That's what she said! VIRUS: That must be one tight -- Mia: Warren! Matt! We're ready! Let's go! VIRUS/WARREN: Okay! (I throw in a few more things and close my suitcase.) VIRUS: Get Mia and Alexia settled in the car. I gotta take care of something real quick. WARREN: Wilkie? VIRUS: Yeah. Between Joe's birthday tonight and flying to Detroit tomorrow, I won't have time for a response. Better get it done now. WARREN: Hurry man. Plane takes off in an hour and a half. You know how bad checking in can be. VIRUS: Don't remind me. (Warren leaves the room. I put my suitcase and backpack on the ground, out of view. I run some cold water over my face, trying to calm down.) |