Tempest

*Only a few moments later somewhere over the Pacific Ocean*

Tom Knudzen felt like he had spent half of his life on the plane he was taking to Japan. His watch told him it was 2:23 PM back in New York, he was going to ask the person sitting next to him what time it was in Japan but he was sound asleep. The night sky he saw from his window told him it was mostly time to go to sleep but he was usually struck with slight insomnia. It was just then his JVC CD player had hit track number 8 "Forest" being far from a peaceful song he decided that would definately be keeping him awake. Just to make sure he had what he needed Tom took a quick look at his bag. A small amount of money, some of it being Yen but most of it in United States currency, he hoped he would be able to cash some of it in for Yen when he got there. He also had a few other things such as a CD case, a Switchblade he smuggled onboard just incase, and some snacks for the trip among other non essential items. At somepoint he just forgot about everything he was doing and began thinking about how the hell he got here. Life in New York City was real tough, even if you were middle class. Still remembering the day he took a shot in the left arm after a shoot-out when he was in Harlem running errands...The first day he used a gun, ever since he was almost too carefull when it came to being in the hood.It wasn't until recently when one of his friends was killed in a Drive-by shootout that he decided it was time to leave New York for good. Japan was his best choice..he allways heard how great it was there, the people, the cities. It was all good in his eyes, yep he figured living in Japan would be nothing compared to New York...or the hood at that.