The nagging voice in my head keep saying, "Find the door, find the door. Get out, get out "
Rise from my seat on the redeye from Heathrow, and move to the the back, the few passengers I pass asleep. No one accosts me in the back galley, it's quiet except the hum of thrusting jet engines. I walk to the door with its big red letters with a yellow and black stripe across its middle.
"Get out, get out now "
Grab the tip of the thick white...