I began to slow as I realized I wasn't in Iowa anymore. The Loess hills of western Iowa gave way to the flat, rolling plain of Nebraska. Even though I had gotten there in half an hour, it felt like running took too long. In spite of myself, I stretched my new wings and took to the sky.

I have to admit, flying began to grow on me. I was free in the air, and soaring over Nebraska was the most exhilirating experience of my life. Unfortunatly, the feeling that I had to get somewhere fast didn't leave. The sensation was akin to a disturbance I hadn't felt in three years, "but there's no way" I thought to myself...

Gliding peacefully over eastern Colorado, the feeling, the tug, grew stronger. I followed it, crossing over the first foothills of the Rockies. A few minutes later, I saw it: a huge chateau that dominated the wooded hill it was nestled into. I glided to the front door, the impulse to go inside incredibly strong. As I threw open the doors, a familiar voice greeted my ears.

"Hello, Ian, I'm so glad you were able to make it."