Slept for almost fifteen hours yesterday. I guess I probably need another fifteen hours tonight because I still feel drained, both emotionally and physically. It’s the price I need to pay for my home visit, I suppose—or at least part of the price. I’m trying very hard not to think about what awaits me back in Crater City. It’s impossible. The shadow of the witch’s lair darkens my every thought.
That shadow grows longer and deeper the closer we get to Crater City.
But at least we won’t get there too quickly. Threads of the Brown Storm are still visible in the northern sky and the Cadavat team are curious about it. Sara wants to get a closer look to see what’s going on there. I don’t like the idea. But I’m not going to complain. These guys know what they’re doing and, to be honest, I’m curious too. It might also serve as a great distraction to stop me thinking about home.
Maya’s settled into the Mill House now. She keeps talking about our time together, keeps reminding me that we did the right thing the other night regardless of the consequences. We both needed that closeness, she said. She’s right. We did both need it. Yet, if she does fall ill with Drague Fever I doubt I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. She’s suffered more than enough because of my actions already. I also think she deserves to be with me in Crater City. As soon as we get back there I’m going to start working on Sara to arrange a permanent Circleweb for my wife.
Maya, Armbranch, and I. I think we’d make a great investigative team.
Speaking of Armbranch, I guess I’d better hand the laptop over to him and let him email Maya. He’s been annoying me for the past hour about it, says he has to give her some new ideas he has about his Facebook page. I’m glad they didn’t have the time to set this page up when we were home. It lets Maya focus on something now we’re gone.
Categories: Going home