Resealed and sporting a bright white clearance tag, Chase's bag was waiting at Carousel Twenty, as the announcement had predicted. The joker-boy watched the line of fashionable bags nervously, apparently not finding what he was looking for. Picking up his case, Chase turned toward the nearby ramp to customs. As he hit the moving walkway, two bulky customs agents emerged from an unmarked doorway. Gazing idly at an ad for this year's Toyota Elite hanging in the air above him, he let the walkway carry him on while thinking about the kid. Twenty-five years ago he just might have made the same mistake.