He was gone. He had to. And if she knew it already what was this restlessness all about. For the tenth time she checked her wrist watch, "9.15, he must have had his boarding pass by now." she thought. Nothing was grabbing her attention today, nothing but he. Still an hour to go before his flight takes off, she felt like calling him. And then negating her own thoughts she tried to concentrate on what was being taught in class. But in vain, she could not help herself by denying. There was this restless ness prevailing which refrained her from concentrating in anything, let alone lecture. Instead she texted him. Yes, he was in the airport lounge at Karachi airport, waiting for his flight back home, back to madrid, back to ...... her? What was her name again? ....Helen? ofcourse, how could she forget. She threw her cellphone into her bag. I am not going to text or call him. Why should I ? Didn't I say Goodbye already, she thought. The restlessness very slo