Looking at all the flights the closest one leaves for France in 25 minutes and I have a base there. However that would be too obvious since France is my favorite country to visit.
I looked at the flights inside the country. There one for New York which I could take. Then drive to Canada, and fly from Canada to London to Italy where I can meet my adoptive brother.
That seems like a plan so I quickly booked the ticket and left San Francisco, California.
In New York my car was outside, but before I left the country I quickly visited my good friend David Breton. The man whose voice I had heard on the phone this morning. The same man whose death news I watched as I flew to London.
Thanks to my confusing travel now finally I am back at home in Rome, Italy. I just hope I don't die here. I think while waiting for my brother Lucian at the airport.