I am at a house. Rocco is here with my sister. They seem to be a couple. There is some kind of reunion happening somewhere in another state, and we are all preparing to fly there. I have been put in charge of transporting another couple’s small baby to that city. I seemed to have agreed to this, and I am participating willingly in the plans.
There is a luggage set packed and ready to go. The larger piece has all of my belongings in it, and the smaller one is for the baby. It is filled with diapers and formula, clothes and bottles. I will carry the smaller one on the plane with me so that I have the things I need to care for the baby.
Now we are at the airport, and I am at the ticket counter with the baby in the stroller. The baby might be six or seven months old, very tiny, strapped into the small, easy to fold up stroller. It is a boy with very little hair, fair skin and blue eyes. The ticket counter people sit very high above me so I have to strain my neck back to look up towards them. Suddenly I realize two things have gone horribly wrong. One. I left my purse in the backseat of Rocco’s car, so I do not have my identification to get my ticket and check in for the flight. Problem two makes me panic harder. They have accidentally checked the smaller suitcase, and I now have no formula, clothers, diapers or anything to care for the baby during the trip. I begin to cry and panic, not knowing what to do first. I feel confused because I am always organized and on top of things. How could all of this have gone wrong?
I glance at the clock. I only have an hour. I see that we are close to the gate we need to go to. I don’t like being late. An airline attendant comes around from the side of the counter. She has a sweet smile, kind eyes, dark curly hair that reaches her shoulders and is dressed like the rest of the workers in khaki pants and a dark blue polo shirt with the airline insignia on it. It is wings, like the wings they give out to kids when they fly by themselves.
“I’ll tell you what.” She says sweetly to me. “I’ll watch the baby while you run get the check in bag and call your friends to bring your purse. Meanwhile we will hold the flight until you return so you won’t miss it.”
“Seriously?” I exclaim, overwhelmed by this kindness. “You would do that for me? Thank YOU!”
I breathe a sigh of relief. The baby will be safe. I will be able to handle business more quickly, and we’ll be on our way. I head down the walkway.
I am back at the ticket counter now. I have retrieved the smaller bag from the check in, but realize that I have no way to call Rocco because my phone is in my purse which I have left in the car. Shit, what will I do now? I’ll have to catch a cab and run over to Rocco’s for my purse. I wonder if they’ll still watch the baby and hold the flight while I do this? I look around to the side of the counter.
But the woman who is caring for the baby is gone. I look around at the seating thinking she might have just gone somewhere to relax, but she is not there. The more I look, the more I realize that the baby has been kidnapped. She was not an airline attendant nor was the uniform she was wearing authentic. She had stolen it and put it on, purposely tracking me to steal the baby. I freak out and immediately get everyone involved. Suddenly there are police and airline workers gathered around me. They have locked down all of the airport exits and put out an immediate alert for the baby.
But I know it is too late. My intuition tells me that the woman is gone from the airport with the baby. She had plenty of time to get out while I was gone. Fuck. What the hell was I thinking to trust her? I mean, she had on the same uniform as the rest of the employees, so why wouldn’t I trust her? My eye notices a magazine stand. I instinctively grab a newspaper knowing it will give me a clue of where the woman has taken the baby. I flip directly to the wanted ads.
There its is, an ad that says:
Open Heart Church
Bring your children to our wonderful Sunday school!
They will play and get good meals while mom and dad relax.
The advertisement goes on to list the address, inviting families to freely attend their open house sessions and stop in any time. I am filled with sickness inside. I see everything they are doing, killing parents, taking children, controlling people inside of the building, and I know immediately that this is where the baby is. They are taking children. They are spending time plotting, stalking and kidnapping children by luring in families with happy go lucky advertisements. I explain everything that I see and know to the police.
“This place right here. This is where the baby is.” I point to the advertisement.
They look at me skeptically asking me how I know. I cannot explain to them how I know. I have no facts to back me up.
“I just know. I am telling you! The baby is there.” I say it matter of fact and firmly. “Please, just believe me. Just go check there. Please just check.”
I am begging for them to not rule out the possibility because I know if they just go, they will find the baby without a doubt. I believe they will find more children there also.
Now I am suddenly back at Rocco’s to grab my purse. I feel there is a police car that has taken me there, pulled up in the driveway behind Rocco’s car. Rocco and my sister have come outside of the house. I hurriedly tell them the baby is missing and a brief summary of what happened. My purse is in the back seat of Rocco’s car. He has left the windows down, and a flash flood of rain has made everything in the car soaking wet. Including my purse. I grab it and realize that because it is leather, everything inside of it is dry. I am elated that my identification, cards and other belongings inside the purse are safe. I sling it over my body knowing that the leather will dry over the next few hours.
Now I am suddenly in front of a street in an average subdivision. There is a huge sprawling house in front of me with a makeshift sign on plywood that has the name of the church on it. It is the church from the newspaper advertisement. Police are everywhere around me. They are asking me am I sure the baby is inside. I assure them that I know the baby is in there. We stand together, as they strategically discuss how to enter the home undetected.
Panic is filling my chest. What if the kidnappers kill the baby? What if they hide the baby since the house is so large it appears to have many rooms? What if they escape with the baby? How am I going to tell the parents that I have lost their precious infant? I am filled with despair, worry and sadness for the situation. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and I will have to be the one to explain it.
Now I am suddenly standing inside the front door of the home where the baby and his parents live. There is a hallway directly to my right. There is a piece of paper upon which there is a note written from Rocco and my sister. It has fallen, face down on the floor of the hallway. I realize that the parents did not even see it or read it because it fell when they walked in the house.
It says “Angie took the baby on with her so you two don’t have to worry about it. See you there!”
I look into the living room. There is a love seat. I can sense there is a woman sitting on it to my left, but I can’t quite see her because the doorway into the living room doesn’t allow my eyesight to see that far in. All I see is the man sitting directly in front of me on the other end of the love seat. He is talking to the woman.
I am dumbfounded.
It’s O.J. Simpson. But he is old, quite old. What the hell is O.J. Simpson doing here, I am thinking to myself. I am questioning if it is really him. Yet, I know, that’s fucking O.J. Simpson. I am standing there thinking “this is the most bizarre shit that I’ve ever experienced.” He is talking to the woman and has not noticed me yet.
“I’m not all of those things that they say I am.” He is saying gently to her. “I am really not a bad person inside of myself. I’m a good man. A lot of that is lies.”
Then he leans towards her as if he is going to kiss her, and she seemingly must have pulled back because then he says,
“Oh, so you don’t want to kiss me, huh?”
I sense his mood change to irritation, and I wake up.