"I was going to stay until Tuesday... And my manager
[...] said, 'Think about it for a couple of hours and let me know. I have to book really soon.'
"I called her back and said 'No, I'm just going to come home,' and I came back. And then on Tuesday morning, I was having this dream that I was in a field. It was like a park. And there was this enormous high-rise building and everybody I know was in front of it.
"We were all on this grassy area, and there were hundreds of people, like everybody I'd ever met in my life or cared about. And a hot-air balloon came over this skyscraper, and it hit the top of the building and the building burst into flames and fell down.
"But we were all OK and we all sat around in the rubble, saying, 'Oh my God, I can't believe this has happened.' That was at 6:20 a.m. in California.
Hayes woke up to the phone ringing. "It was a friend of mine saying, 'I can't believe it. Turn on the television.' And I turned on the television, and I saw the flight that had crashed [in Pennsylvania], and that was the field in my dream."
The date? September 11th of course. And the plane? The one which Hayes would have been on had he come home that day.