Stories are everywhere, we just usually choose to ignore them. Looking at an airplane as it drifted high above the city, framed by my office window, I started thinking of all the stories taking place right now inside of it. People looking down at San Francisco and how peaceful and lifeless it must seem. Some of them had probably never even been here. I doubt any of them suspected they were the inspiration for a writer, looking up and finding inspiration. And here it is...