During her flight she entertained herself with binge-watching. And what a glorious binge it was. Her head was filled with flights of fancy and kick-boxing moves. Her body wanted to move and soar wildly.   She checked into her hotel and stared out the window fingering the moves from rooftop to rooftop.

Her legs and not some lasso tied to an invisible plane were going to take her forward. She was sprightly and eager. She waited. Then the call came.

She said a little prayer, ran up to the rooftop, the alarms rang and then she ran. She sped up and jumped forward. The sirens propelled her forward. Her time was now.