Jo hugged her back, but said nothing. He remembered how badly he had wanted to hit her when Barbara had forced him to give up the idea that Nina might be alive. Now he was ashamed of what he had thought, a shame and uneasiness — but he was also touched by her friendship. It was more meaningful than he had imagined when he first rang her doorbell. How did I get to know you so well in just a few hours? "I feel like you're my own son," she said. Then she left him again. When she was far away, Joe looked inside the car at the diminishing shadow in the rearview mirror until it disappeared. Drenched, Joe drove back to Denver, ignoring the speed limit, alternating between heat and air conditioning, and trying to dry his clothes. The hope of finding Nina soon made his blood boil. Although he had made some promises to Barbara, one thing seemed absolutely right in this treacherous world: Nina was alive, somewhere. She was like a warm light shining on his skin, a spectrum that could not be detected by the naked eye, just like infrared and ultraviolet. Although he could not see her, he could feel her shining in the world. This is totally different from those premonitions. This hope is in his hands,large palm trees for sale, not just a fantasy. For more than a year, when he was occasionally excited, a wave of guilt and grief would immediately make him fall to the bottom of his mood. Even if he finds Nina, he can't get Michelle and Chris back. They never came back. If he was too happy about Nina's survival, wouldn't he be too hard-hearted. He came to Colorado with a simple desire to learn the truth, but now that motivation has turned into a search for his little daughter. It is conceivable that the madness in his heart at the moment is immeasurable. At the Denver International Airport,outdoor ficus tree, Joe returned the car and retrieved his signed credit card statement. He returned to the terminal fifty minutes before the scheduled departure time of his flight. He was so hungry that he went to Fan's house the night before and ate two cheeseburgers and a chocolate bar, and then he ate nothing except two snacks at Maisie's house. In the terminal, he found the nearest restaurant, ordered a sandwich and fries, and ordered a bottle of Heineken beer. He had never eaten such a delicious meal. It was the first time since last August that he had eaten up the food and enjoyed it so much. With more than twenty minutes to go before boarding, he suddenly turned to the men's bathroom and felt like vomiting. When he went into the toilet and locked the door, the feeling of nausea passed. He didn't really throw up, he just leaned his back against the door and cried. He hadn't cried in months, perhaps thinking he might see Nina again. Or maybe he's subconsciously afraid he'll never find her, or lose her again, faux grass wall ,decorative palm trees, or maybe he's reliving his grief for Michelle and Chris, or maybe he knows too many shocking details behind the plane accident. Now that he was riding a tiger, he could only regain control of himself, and if he had been swinging between excitement and despair, he knew it would be useless to find the two men. Joe's face was red, but he was calm. At the last moment, he boarded a plane for Los Angeles. As the plane took off, Joe suddenly felt a hollow sound in his heart, a sound of footsteps coming downstairs, and he clung to the handrail as if he would fall forward looking at the ground head first. When he flew to Denver, he was not afraid. But at the moment, he was in fear. The reason he went east was to welcome death with pleasure. Because living longer than his family is a burden, death is a relief-but now, the motivation to fly back to the west, he has countless reasons to live. Even when the fuselage was stable, he was still restless. He would always think of one of the pilots saying to the other, "Are we recording?" Because Captain Berthelot couldn't get out of Joe's mind, he simply pulled the three folded pieces of paper from the inner pocket of his jacket. By reviewing the old and learning the new, perhaps he can discover some things that he neglected before. One third of the seats on the plane were empty. Joe's seat was by the window, and the middle seat was empty, so he had privacy. At his request, a flight attendant brought him a pen and a notebook. When he finished reading the transcript, he separated out the dialogue of Captain Baidilo and copied it on the notebook. Separating from the situation of co-pilot Sun Weite's gradual panic and deleting the voice and footnotes described by Barbara, it may be possible to find any difference in the captain's words, otherwise it would be difficult to concentrate. When Joe finished, he put the manuscript back in his coat pocket and read the contents of the notebook. One of them is Dr. Boulouie. "One of them is Dr. Blue Case." "They did very bad things to me." "They ruined me." "Stop them." "Are we recording?" "Tell them to stop hurting me." "Are we recording?" "Stop them, or I'll have a chance." When I get a chance, I'll kill everyone. Everyone. I'll do it. I'll kill everyone. I'm happy. "That's interesting." "Hehehe, we're on our way, Dr. Lan, Dr. Bao, we're on our way." "Hehehe, are we recording?" "Are we recording?" "Oh!"! "Wow!" "Oh!"! Yeah! "Now look at it." "Cool!" Joe could see nothing new in it,Faux cherry blossom tree, but some of the things he had noticed before were more evident in the cropped content. Although the captain spoke in an adult tone, the tone was childish, like "They did something very bad to me." "They ruined me." "Stop them." "Tell them to stop hurting me." These are not phrases or sentences used by adults to accuse their tormentors or to call for help. hacartificialtree.com