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yin-yang, that everything has its opposite force.
    I pulled back the covers and slipped into the soft, fine ivory sheets with my head cradled on the pillow. I was asleep in minutes.
    Awaking to the gentle sound of Toshiyke Watanabe's piano on my small iPod speakers, I was grateful to have slept well. I felt rested but could still feel some jet lag weighing me down.
    They need to find some way to perfect travel so it's easier on the body . "We should have used all the energy we put into liposuction development into jet lag prevention," I said out loud to the walls.
    As I arrived in the lobby, I immediately spotted Chow, who looked perfectly rested and relaxed.
    He greeted me with a smile and a bow, "Good morning, Miss Torgeson. May I show you to the tai chi class?"
    Bowing with a returned smile, I replied, "Good morning, Mr. Lai. Yes, please. Would you be comfortable calling me Ann?"
    "Yes, of course. You may call me Chow, if you like."
    "Thank you, Chow," I replied with a slight tilt of my head.
    I followed him into the same garden that I had seen from my balcony; it was open to the sky. There were beautiful Sakura trees and many layers of green and flowering plants that created an oasis in the center of the courtyard. In the middle was a fountain that splashed the water-loving plants nearby, creating coolness and a soothing sound in the garden.
    Chow bowed in greeting to the tai chi instructor and spoke to him, then turned to me saying, "Miss Torgeson, this is Mr. Wan, your teacher," clearly addressing me using my last name out of respect for me in front of my teacher.
    I bowed to Wan, who was at least a foot shorter than me and appeared to be seventy years old, saying, "Good morning."
    He responded with a bow, cheerfully replying, "Goo moreing, mees."
    I nearly giggled from his un-elderly man's cuteness.
    "I will wait in the hotel lobby when you are ready to depart. Enjoy your exercise, Ann," Chow said with a smile, exiting.
    When another English-speaking hotel guest joined the class, I smiled and said hello, then the tai chi instruction began. I quickly realized that I would have to watch Mr. Wan and do my best to mimic him, because I simply couldn't understand any of his English. Soon I found my groove in the smooth motions and reached a sense of peaceful contemplation, simultaneously filling with energy. I was breathing deeply and could smell the blossoms nearby. I found myself pondering things from a higher level. It was a new experience for me, and very pleasant.
    After class, I bowed to Mr. Wan, thanking him. He beamed.
     
     

Chapter 5
    BELLINGHAM, WASHINGTON
    The Year 2012
     
     
    "What a dream," I said with a start, sitting up in bed.
    Oh man---that was vivid .
    I had been dreaming like this since I was a child. Sometimes when I awoke, they were so real that I could not tell reality from the dream until a few minutes passed. This particular dream of Shanghai felt real to me. Lulu greeted my exclamations with bottom wagging.
    "Morning, girl."
    As I sat there petting Lulu, my mind started to get some distance from the dream.
    My daughter and had been staying at my aunt's house in Bellingham while my own home was being built. I thought about my new house and what I needed to do to get ready to move in. First I needed to make it a safe house.
    The network that I was a part of, called GOG, an acronym for Get Out! Government, was an underground organization that operated worldwide. Its mission was to assist citizens around the globe in uniting to fight electronic tracking and government control of its citizens. GOG operated off the grid. This was a tight organization, and the only way into membership was by invitation. There were levels inside the organization---to keep it underground---and only someone from a higher loyalty level could invite someone new in. I had been a member of GOG for many years, along with my husband, before he died. I joined to try to help restore individual freedoms to Americans.
    GOG was run