2 nights before, I was stranded in the airport, with my luggage withheld by the customs because it was left unattended. The sheriff had to check for my identification before releasing it. Amist of the verification drama, he approached F for certification. I was stunned.

Last night, I was into a sideline at a medical clinic when the misfit of schedule created chaos. Apparently I was AWOL when I didn't know I was supposed to be on duty. F came into the picture to help addressing the issue.

In both instances, F floated in my subscious. Can dreams be planted or plotted? It's scary.

C deserves better. I do know that F does chair a certain position in me, maybe now and thereafter. But I hope the percentage and weightage reduces overtime. I have to eliminate whatever little puny chances of possibility; let's take it as he's married.