As I settled into my seat, I began to think of the events that led up to this moment in time. I guess maybe some good can come of being in the past. Deep in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice when the person I shared a seat with sat down. Almost. The man had a strange aura about him. He seemed nervous, but at the same time, there was an odd sense of cool about him. I felt like I knew him from somewhere. That's when it hit me. Jeffery Epstein? I had suddenly become very uncomfortable. My seatmate was a literal sex trafficker! Wait, I thought to myself. Checking my phone, I took notice of the date. It was July 6th. I had finally begun to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The random time blips, the flight to New Jersey, it all subsequently began to make sense.

"Hello", he says, breaking the thread of irony hanging between us.

"Hello," I said, trying not to sound too nervous.

This was going to be a long flight.