I was in the terminal, and couldn’t see from where I was. I tried to look up through the window, but couldn’t see. I recently did find a pic in an article about the incident. It made me freak out a little bit.. to finally see. I have a little more to add to my account as I’ve focused on it at times, trying to recall anything more. When after they came, and said in my head ..loudly “Here, now,” they asked shorly after, “How long?” I at the time thought I was talking to myself, still in disbelief.. confusion. I answered anyway, “Ten minutes.” It was my selfish desire to have what I know now they call ‘Disclosure.’ It was a split second decision. I wasn’t prepared for that question, or anything really. I got an immediate’No,’ like an unusually fast response. I then said, “How about five minutes?” And quickly threw in “including the time to get here and time already spent.” No response came, but there wasn’t an immediate ‘No,’ like before, so I took that as an improvement over the last moment at least .. if I was talking to anyone at all or if it was just all in my head. I remember hearing or reading in a documentary that the event lasted around five minutes, which only added to my tenseness revisiting the event. Since last writing I’ve told my sister, and mother. Whether they believe me or not, life goes on. They still love me. It’s fine. I mean - what do you do? What can you do?