Oddly calm, Adam watches until she is but a speck on the horizon. Only when a loose chunk of tarp blows past his head and out into the atmosphere, does his anxiety rush back to find him. He scurries backwards away from the opening, until his butt bumps up against the near empty saw-horses. The now crumpled photo still tight in one hand, he reaches up with the other to flip the switch that allows the glass panels to slide back into place.

He takes a long, deep breath and scans the floor once again – which now includes two empty silver suitcases, scattered female clothing and a pair of unoccupied high heel shoes.