I know this might be a little confusing, but Carl asked Mr. X to be a “guest writer” once before, to account for his time spent in Phoenix. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I think it worked well for the story. So now, it’s my turn. Since Carl can’t exactly follow me into the spirit world, I’m going to be guest writing my own journey. I guess that makes sense in a weird way, right?
Now, I should clarify something before we move on: even though I had planned to wait until after we dealt with the skinwalker situation, something’s changed. I can feel it in my gut, a gnawing urgency. My spirit journey can’t wait, not any longer. I didn’t want to tell Carl this, didn’t want to make him feel like I was putting my personal needs before the mission, but I can’t ignore this feeling anymore. I don’t even know why it’s pressing. It just is.
I caught Carl as he was pacing the hallway, checking up on everything like he always does. He looked at me, knowing something was up.
“I’m sorry,
