Traverse in Trance

Another week passes by and Hafgan has been testing my patience lately. This time, he took over while Max was at work and I got a phone call asking if he had come home or if there was a family issue. I almost had a heart attack, wondering what might have happened to him.

I don’t know what Hafgan has been planning, but finding him wandering lost in the city made me realise he hasn’t got a clue where he is, even if he has control of Max’s body. Memories are hard things to see, even if you are the owner of such memories.

I feel sorry for Max. Every time he wakes up, he is somewhere different. At home, these things are slight and can be brushed off, but this time? It is harder to pretend nothing is wrong. Even now, I can’t explain why he is here so far from where he was when he last had control of his body.

As we walk back to the apartment in silence, I ring his workplace, explaining Max feels unwell, and that he’ll take the rest of the day off. He remains silent behind me. Whatever he