At the airport, we checked his bag and hugged goodbye at the security check. I watched him until he put his belongings onto the conveyor belt. Then I dashed around the glass wall that was plastered with paper, so I could see him one last time before he disappeared down the stairs to the train. This was still a raw time for me, the beginning of the end of him living with me. I was getting upset because I couldn't find any spot not covered by that paper! By now he was surely putting all his things back together and in a few short steps, he'd be gone. Above me was a walkway that overlooked the stairs leading down to the train. Maybe I could see him from up there? But I had little time, and both escalators were going in the Down direction. The Up ones were too far away. So I began to run up the Down escalator.