at our turn, the scene changed entirely. night turned to day, and industrial metal and concrete gave way to a parched flat clearing. to get to the clearing, we had to clamber over some brush, grasp a few tree trunks and heave ourselves through the plants. the brush came to life and it turned out that we'd just stomped all over the cowardly lion's face -- and he was p-i-s-s-e-d. i hauled ass out of there, leaving my 69 year old father to be devoured by a lion presumably.
in the middle of the clearing, i dropped to my knees and discovered all the airport workers and their equipment hidden in the grasses. they were like ants among toys to me! i picked up a semi and threw its cab and trailer in opposite directions. each exploded. i turned around for some reason when i threw the trailer and saw my boyfriend's son's head catch fire. the horror! oddly, he had no reaction; he just stood there burning. i turned back to the airport workers and scooped up a bunch. my idea was to relocate them from harm's way, to save them from the wrath of the king of the jungle. sadly, i felt i didn't have time to get them all, but i did get some. as for myself, i still planned to run away.