I'm scared-everything's new, everything's different, and I'm scared to death, UGG Boots Clearance Norman told himself. Is there anything I feel sure about? Anything I feel I can trust? Anything at all?
     　　He walked across the wide tile floor, but slowly, slowly, listening to his feet echo and trying to look at everything through Rose's eyes, trying to feel everything through her skin. A quick peek at the glassy-eyed kids (with some it was just three-in-the-morning tiredness; with some it was Nebraska Red) in the video alcove, then back into the terminal itself. She looks at the bank of pay phones, but who is she going to call? She Jordan Heels has no friends, she has no family-not even the providential old aunt in the Texas Panhandle or the mountains of Tennessee. She looks at the doors to the street, perhaps thinking of leaving, of finding a room for the night, a door to put between her and the whole wide confusing indifferent dangerous world-she has money enough for a room, thanks to his ATM card-but does she do it?
     　　Norman stopped by the foot of the escalator, frowning, changing the shape of the question: Do I do it?
     　　No, he decided, I don't. I don't want to Louis Vuitton bags outlet check into a motel at three-thirty and be kicked out at noon, for one thing; it's bad value for my money. I can stay up a little longer, run on my nerves a little longer, if I have to. But there's something else keeping me here, as well: I'm in a strange city, and dawn is still at least two hours away. I've seen a lot of TV crime-shows, I've read a lot of paperback mysteries, and I'm married to a cop. I know what can happen to a woman who goes out into the jordan heels darkness by herself, and I think I'll wait for sunrise.
     　　So what do I do? How do I pass the time?
     　　His stomach answered the question for him, rumbling.
     　　Yes, I have something to eat. The last rest-stop was at six in the evening, and I'm pretty hungry.
     　　There was a cafeteria not far from the ticket-windows and Norman went that way, stepping over the bag-bums and restraining the urge to kick a few ugly, lice-ridden heads into the nearest steel chair-leg. This was an urge he had to restrain more and more often these days. He hated homeless cheap Chanel bags people; thought of them as dog turds with legs. He hated their whining excuses and their inept pretenses at insanity. When one who was only semi-comatose stumbled over to him and asked if he had any spare change, Norman was barely able to resist an impulse to grab the bum's arm and heat him up with an old-fashioned Indian Burn. Instead he said, 'Leave me alone, please,' in a soft voice, because that's what she would have said and how she would have said it.