The travel tube, under our stare and the concentrated importance of this small moment, raises itself from black and white to a too-many color fullness. This color signal is an escape hatch from this place. Launching ourselves off sad and twisted hindlegs, we jump to the void, and travel out among the lost elongated color pixels, which explode as we pass in order to make transport possible.     My escort was still with me. Together, we traveled into the television, and burst through to the past, where my future was about to be decided.