Memory II (Laurel)
As I gaze out the window, wondering whether or not I will make it back from this next assignment alive, I am reminded why I do it all. Nature is where I belong. Not in the city with the bloodshot eyes of stock-brokers waiting to cheat me, not in the new suburbia with all of its manufactured perfection, but here. Here, where I am seen as nothing but another person, where the trees and animals do not judge by appearances. I have talked to Herschel about this feeling... he feels the same.