Time. It's tick, tick, ticking away. And the more time that passes, the more scared I become. I have a feeling of impending doom. I cannot shake the feeling that there is a war coming. My colleague and I have been preparing to go home, but have not made all of the arrangements, so we are stuck. I wish it wasn't so hard to leave. I have met so many wonderful people and I hate to have to say goodbye. There are loved ones that I have to say goodbye to as well. Where we are from there is little communication with outside cities.