Cadet Colonel Roberto DeJesus sat alone in the empty airport, having missed a connecting flight home. He would have to wait through the night before the next flight to San Juan would leave. The Christmas music playing through the fluorescent lighting made the ambiance surreal.
As he sat in the middle of a row of black chairs, the young Hispanic put his backpack in the seat beside him. Roberto set his service cap on the second chair to his right and put his backpack on the chair between himself and his head cover. He stretched out across three chairs, which did not have armrests. He began to doze, and as he approached the hypnagogic state, he felt the temperature drop. Suddenly, his head hit the seat as the backpack was ripped away and thrown on the floor. CONTINUE
