Jennie Meyerson.

You c'mon out -- here. I'm Amelia Earhart.

Patrolman Polansky pointed to her hand. The webbed space between her thumb and finger was bleeding. You've cut yourself.

Jennie said must have done it on the jagged window cornice as she was climbing out. Perhaps it was a message from God. That must be it, she said, because she hadn't felt it at all. It was like God's wounds. Instead, she felt happy, strong, and light.

She felt like practicing for the Labor Day air show on Monday.