After the Cheat Lake investigations, I honestly don't remember how I got home.
I remember seeing Cassandra getting pulled out of sight, and the next thing I knew I was walking through the door of my apartment.
I never spoke to the group again, either. I figured if anything had happened, they would have contacted me. So I guess the group kind of just fizzled out?
I do wish I knew for sure what happened to Cassandra, and if the rest of them are okay. Thinking about it is something I try to avoid usually. There's just a lot of regret and anxiety and confusion about that night.
Trying to remember what happened that night is like trying to remember a dream a few days after you've had it.
You know it happened, but as much as you try to remember it, you just can't sort it out in your head. Nothing's there anymore.
The memory has left you.
But even then, the dream has still taken effect.
Even then, you're aware that something is missing.
Tim,
ReplyDeleteI kind of had to lay low a while. Let’s just say I can never go back to Pikeville. When religious wackadoos makes ravings of a shadow beast followed by decapitated revenants, it doesn’t sit well with the police, especially when in process of a kidnapping. Fachtna went after them, but between them crashing the investigation and the undead, all we could do was run. They’ve backed off of me, and sustained injury in the process of running. I’m completely disowned as devil-possessed, and I couldn’t be happier.
Reality is funny thing. Sometimes I just open my eyes and I’m right where I sat. I guess it helps when I could listen to Fachtna talk for hours sometimes, and then I find it wasn’t. I’d really love to know about a life so different than from here on earth. I hear the skies on Mars are pink. Maybe you can tell me about them sometime. I’m in town again, if you wanna contact me. Have you heard anything from the others?
Blessed be,
Alcyone