The day before my niece died, I got on a plane and was afraid to sit down. My gut told me this was death- in some form. I did not fear for the plane. I was just afraid. This was July 2005. I didn't have to talk to him. I ignored him. He offered candy, he talked alot. He had recently been a witness at a murder trial. His conversations were seductive, he talked in detail about food. He was nice, still I refused him. Finally he asked if I ever had seen the future, I got scared, felt the pull in my gut, the same pull that happened in 1991 minutes before two people died before me. I lied and said no. I think he was sent to comfort me, and my fear kept him out. My niece died the next day. Next time, I will be more cool.