He exited the train at Buenos Aires. This place was so unfamiliar and so new. Nothing left for him to linger around for, just this new, foreign place, with everything ahead of him.

John's life was previously tragic; enough to leave a full apartment, to take one suitcase, buy a last-minute, super-expensive plane ticket, and leave St. Louis in the dust.

The sun was setting as he walked down the airplane stairs to the tarmac; no sense of time, or anything that was going on. John knew no one. John cared about no one. The tan faces and dark hair seemed to be everywhere; his pale, Missouri skin, blonde hair, and green eyes made him stand out to the people where John would now live for the rest of his life. He felt piercing stares, and paranoid, he thought he was hearing whispers. Maybe they all knew about his life, saw his story on America's Most Wanted, saw his children on Nancy Grace, his girlfriend, arrested on national television...they couldn't have, could they?