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December 23

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LaGuardia Airport

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New York
11:30 A.M.
As his jet touched down on the runway, Kevin looked up in surprise. Wow, the
time had really passed quickly. All around him people were getting up and filing
out of the plane. Kevin got his coat and the brown travel bag, and walked up the
jetway. He waited by the gate and looked for a familiar face. Dozens of people
passed, but none of them were McCallisters. Finally the flight crew came out
pulling their bags behind them. Kevin looked back into the jetway. It was empty.
That's weird, he thought. Where's my family? It was possible that they'd all been
sitting in the front and had gotten off before him. But then why didn't they wait?
Kevin started down the crowded concourse, searching every face he saw, but his
family wasn't there. He ducked into the men's room and looked at the feet inside
the stalls. One pair of shoes looked vaguely familiar.
"Dad?" he knocked on the stall.
"Get lost," a man's voice replied.
He knocked on another stall. "Uncle Frank?"
"Get outta here!"
Kevin left the men's room. He didn't understand it. They wouldn't just leave him.
Not after what happened last year. Back on the concourse he noticed something
else strange. Everyone was wearing coats and hats and gloves. Was Florida
having a cold spell?
Kevin decided to go to the ticket counter. A ticket agent was speaking into a
phone nestled on her shoulder while she typed on her computer. Standing on his
tiptoes, Kevin could barely see her over the counter.
"Excuse me, ma'am." His words came out in a rush of nervousness. "How come
it's so cold outside? Isn't it supposed to be in the seventies? And also, how come
I don't see any palm trees or senior citizens in shorts?"
The ticket agent scowled at him. "I'll be with you in a minute." She turned back
to her call.

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to her call.
Kevin sighed and lowered himself to the floor. He noticed that a wall of large
picture windows lined the terminal. Through the windows he could see a city
skyline looming in the distance.
Suddenly Kevin felt queasy. He turned back to the counter. The ticket agent was
still on the phone, but he waved at her anyway. Finally she put her hand over the
receiver.
"What is it now?" she asked irritably.
"I know you told me to wait, but this is an emergency." Kevin quickly pointed
toward the picture windows. "What city is that back there?"
"New York," the agent said.
New York!!!?
Kevin's eyes went wide and he grabbed his head. "I did it again!"
The ticket agent stared over the counter at him. "Is something wrong?"
"Where's Florida?" Kevin quickly asked.
"About fifteen hundred miles that way." The agent pointed south.
Kevin was in a state of shock. He walked slowly toward the picture windows.
There was no doubt that the city out there was New York. He could see the
pointy top of the Empire State Building, and the World Trade Center towers
looking like two long building blocks turned on end. It was unbelievable! His
dumb family was in Florida. He was in New York.
Gradually, the shock began to wear off. That's right, he thought. Those jerks are
in Florida . . . I'm in New York.
A big smile grew on Kevin's face. Hey! This could be great!

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