Wednesday, April 7th, 2004

I’m standing on the field in a football stadium. I look up and see lots of military helicopters overhead. I watch as they fly past and double back towards us. One of them announces on a loudspeaker, “This is a presidential escort…”

As they get closer, one of them crashes to the ground only a few hundred feet from me. I stand stunned as another, a larger one with a presidential label, crashes even closer. I start running out of the stadium and yell for a guy (maybe Andy Roddick the tennis star) to run.

I run out of the stadium (which is inside a large prep school) and into the hallway. There are lots of other panicked people evacuating. I go down some stairs and past a large window. I see a couple of school kids smoking outside. I pull the window open and step outside. I quickly tell the kids about the crashes and to get away. As I walk away from the school, it’s nighttime and the streets are quiet. I suddenly realize we’ve stepped into England. Susannah and I and another friend all hold hands and walk down the cobblestone street, feeling safely out of harm’s way.