Silvester looked at the tray. “Empty your pockets.” He was about an hour early for the flight. Enough time to savor wondering about the combination of colognes that made his nose wiggle. The tray now had a loose key, a single credit card, and a couple of loose bills. The florescent lights shined on the back of his case less phone. Selena said he gave her anxiety. Why couldn’t he get a wallet, a phone case, insurance. Silvester indulged in seeing others nervous, but more so believed safety was a gateway to complacency. Better to be slightly nervous but at least alive.