Am I Helen, or am I Racine? I am neither. I am Helen writing Racine. I am Helen sleep deprived from 17 hours suspended above Earth contained within a winged sausage of steel.
1o hours of steady Zzzz’s later I woke and a shower later ventured out of my room looking to meet my rally contacts in the flesh for the first time. We’d met online and over phone calls but now it all was to become real.