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tomorrow.”
     
     
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         D.C. traffic always reminded Jason of 9/11. There was no way around it. As soon as a thought would put him back on that day, his body would physically jump. His nerves would overload to the point of feeling like needles simultaneously sticking him all over from the inside out. After that daily occurrence, followed the inescapable questions that nagged him: How could they let 9/11 happen? He was there – it was right in his lap. He still couldn’t shake that thought.
         With that, and too much else on his brain, he anticipated his arrival home with dread. There was something that made him sick about his wife's actions, yet he looked forward to the day he would be able to confront her.
         His car, a 2002 Mercedes S 500, was wired with various types of custom technology. The black paint on the hood reflected the peaceful blue DC sky. Jason would look at the reflection, often. He envied the sky. The sky had the rare privilege to be apart of the great city, while keeping its distance from the dirt. 
         Jason wore a set of glasses which held the various commands and current vehicle information.  It was 76 degrees outside, and 68 degrees inside. The car was at half-tank and an oil change was due in two months.
         A message popped up into his left lens.
        ::Message from Christine Upton to Maxwell Bradley--Intercept?::
         Jason intercepted it.
         "Hey babe, I miss you .”
         : :Forward Message?::
         Jason didn't understand why his life continually conflicted with his plan.
         ::Message Erased.::
         He touched the screen on the center console in his vehicle to wake it up. He wanted to see the picture of his beautiful wife on the desktop of the screen. Her long, dark, perfectly nourished, hair with her flawlessly manicured hand resting on her cinnamon brown cheek; her dark-brown eyes were the eyes of the woman he first married. The look in her face told the story of a woman he once fell in love with.
         This particular woman he was going home to, however, he had no clue who she was.
         : :New message from Christine Upton to Jason Upton—Forward?::
         Jason accepted. Almost instantly Jason's phone beeped.
         "Hey, are you coming home soon? Dinner is ready."
         "Yes dear, I'll be home soon; ten minutes."
         As he arrived to his $600,000 home just outside of D.C. in Arlington County Maryland, he put his satellite device in the car on auto. As much as he hated doing that, he knew that he had to.
         He walked in through his huge front door which lead to the  vestibule of the house. Upon entering the building, fully, he saw Christine sitting in the living room watching TV. His plate was sitting in the dark on the dining room table. Christine looked his way with her feet and legs scooted up on the couch underneath her.
         "Hey."
         "Hey." Jason responded. Her cell phone was perched on the arm of the chair two millimetres from her hand. As it buzzed, Christine immediately snatched it up.
         She paused.
         "What?" She said staring at Jason with a slight giggle.
         Jason turned to head to the dining room to grab and put his plate into the microwave. He pulled a handheld device from his pocket and took the application off of auto-send.
         : :New message from Clareese Mitchell to Christine Upton--Forward?::
         Jason accepted, put the device back on auto,  and into his pocket.
         "How was your day at work?" Jason asked Christine from the kitchen.
         "It was ok.” She shouted back. “And you?"
         "It was alright, I guess."
         Jason's job was a sore subject in the Upton household. Working for the government was hard. You couldn't tell anyone what's going on and there were a lot of long days -- sometimes not even coming home at night. In the beginning, the job was something that made Christine