Nightmare

Dave had asked me to accompany him to a foreign country (Venezuela?) where he must serve a sentence for some misdemeanour (shoplifting?). Upon arrival at the airport I learned he was to be executed (by electrocution?). I panicked, said I didn't have a head for such things and couldn't possibly witness the event, then fainted. When I came around, Dave told me how much it would mean to him to have me there, so I agreed. I was appalled that Rick (his partner) had made an excuse for not going, and that Dave was leaving his teenage son, but I didn't say anything. I did ask whether he had appealed such a ridiculously harsh sentence, but he had exhausted all the avenues. He was calm and resigned about it. Rick had at least come to the airport. They said their goodbyes, then I lost track of them in a labyrinthine public washroom. I became unaccountably anxious that we would miss the flight.

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