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by in the opposite direction, all noise and light, and Wil didn’t say anything and neither did Eliot.
    He watched the sky begin to lighten. “You’re not a good guy,” Wil said. “You say you are, but you’re not.”
    “I don’t believe I ever said I was a good guy.”
    “You could have used your words on that cop.”
    “He was compromised. He was two seconds away from calling us in.”
    “You could have tried.”
    A sign drifted by, announcing two hundred miles to Minneapolis.
    “You’re just as bad as Woolf,” he said.
    Eliot braked. Wil’s seat belt grabbed him. The car slid to a steaming halt.
    “I will take a lot of shit from you,” Eliot said, “but I will not be compared to Woolf.”
    “She—”
    “Shut up. The worst thing I have ever done is allow Woolf to become what she is. I will wear responsibility for everything she does, from Broken Hill until the day I put her in the ground. But we aren’t the same. Not even close.”
    “You kill people.”
    “Yes, I kill people, when the alternative is worse. That’s the world. That’s the reason you and I are still here.”
    Wil looked away. “I’ll come with you. I’ll do what you say. But not because you’re right.
    Eliot put the car in gear. “Fine,” he said. “Close enough.”
    • • •
    At the Minneapolis airport no one stopped them or looked twice at their passports and they boarded a Delta E-175, its engines roaring outside the windows. Eliot rolled his coat into a tight bundle and wedged it between the headrest and the wall. “I’m going to sleep.”
    Wil looked at him. “Really?” They were flying to Winnipeg. It was forty minutes.
    “Really,” said Eliot, and closed his eyes. His face relaxed. His lips parted. Wil began to think he wasn’t breathing. When they lifted off, the plane yawed sharply and the woman across the aisle let out a shriek, and Eliot’s head flopped onto Wil’s shoulder. “Eliot?” He put his hand beneath Eliot’s nostrils. He couldn’t feel anything. He licked his skin and tried again. A faint current of air. Very faint. He tried to relax.
    They landed roughly but still Eliot didn’t move. Wil dug his elbow into his ribs. “Eliot.” He shook his shoulder. “Tom.” He shook him harder. He put his thumb and forefinger on Eliot’s forearm and pinched.
    Eliot’s eyes opened. They were like glass. His face was gray and drawn. He looked dead.
    “We’ve landed.”
    Eliot’s eyes stared at something beyond the plane’s ceiling.
    “We’re here. Eliot. You have to wake up.
Eliot.
”
    He focused. “What?”
    “You look terrible.”
    “I’m fine,” Eliot said, and all of a sudden he was. He pulled the coat from the headrest and tucked it under his arm. “Move.”
    • • •
    In Winnipeg they caught a flight to Vancouver, and again Eliot fell asleep as soon as they were on board, and again rousing him upon landing was like trying to reanimate a corpse. In Vancouver they crossed to the international terminal and passed through security without incident. The Korean Air flight attendants wore blue paper hats. Eliot settled into a window seat with his rolled-up coat and closed his eyes. “Wake me if we enter an unexpectedly steep descent.”
    “Uh,” said Wil. But Eliot seemed to be already asleep. “Yeah. I’ll do that.” He flicked through the in-flight magazine, then put it back. He didn’t think he would be sleeping.

From: http://discuss.isthatjustme.com/forum/topic—11053—r.html?v=1
    OK, I don’t want to get into conspiracy theories, but you read about this guy who shot up Grand Forks? They said he’d had a fight with his girlfriend, so we all thought, “Oh, that’s why he flipped out.” But notice nobody has actually said there’s a connection. They’ve just let us assume that because why else would they mention it.
    I’m not saying there’s something here with this specific incident, but I see this ALL THE TIME. If you watch TV news, every story is like this: “There was a fire and the owner was in financial trouble.” They’re not saying he burned down his own place. But that’s all they’re going to tell you.
    That bothers me because we think we’re being clever, putting the pieces together, but it’s a set-up. We’ve only been given pieces that fit together one way, but if it turns out they make the wrong picture, well, they never said it was right.
    Unless it’s a really big deal, like a national story, all the reporting comes from one