Chapter 3 - Page 27 - Africa Bound

The voices told Jim what every vision meant except for that one, the fiery mountain collision. Was the young girl, Rhasha, going to die? Jim couldn’t get it out of his mind. Why was Rhasha by herself in the plane when she crashed? Why did his dream image say “Rhasha, I love you”?

   Little did Jim know that these questions would haunt him for the rest of his life.

   Several times during the next few hours, Chuck or Mario checked on Jim to see if he needed anything or to let him know the flight status. Several times Jim got up to stretch, use the rest room facilities, or wash his face.

   Hours later, the wheels of the plane gently touched down on the runway in Nairobi. Jim waited patiently until it came to a complete stop in front of a rented hangar. Chuck opened the door and steps automatically unfolded out from the plane.

   Jim rose and met Mario and Chuck in the cockpit. “Mario, bed the plane down in the hangar and make sure that everything is locked up. I’m going to the hotel. I’ll send a taxi back to get you and Chuck.”

   As Jim turned to leave the cockpit, Mario stood to escort him off the plane. “Jim,” he asked, “what are our plans at this point?”

   Jim thought for a moment. “You and Chuck stay here in Nairobi for a day, and get some rest.” Jim’s brow wrinkled as he thought. “I’ll be busy at the embassy, so the day after tomorrow, I want you to take the plane back to Dallas.”

   Mario nodded. “Don’t worry about the jet, we’ll get it back to Dallas. I wish you the best of luck, here in Africa.”