Travis wandered for hours in the noise and lights of the city. On a whim he rode the F train all the way to Coney Island. Oblivious of his surroundings, Travis' thoughts turned to his sister. Christina waving on the tarmac at Portland International Airport... Christina posing as Patty Hearst... Christina in the hospital... Travis felt he'd see Christina again soon, but didn't know how. He picked up a pack of Winstons from a deli and made his way back to the city. Surfacing at 42nd and Broadway, Travis found himself in a wintery Times Square, his body leaning in the cold.

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