" Okay. You've got five minutes," she says, conceding to Johnny's request."You won't regret this, I promise," he replied with a giant smile on hisface..."I've heard that before..." mom said, sounding slightly defeated.Johnny lead the charge to the shed, with his mom walking behind him. Itwas clear this wasn't the first time Johnny had pleaded with mom for somehelp.As they made their way through the back yard, Johnny noticed how brightthe day was. The sky seemed bluer, the grass was greener, and. ’ ‘But… but, you’re dead,’ she rasped hoarsely. ‘They told me you’re dead.’ ‘They lied, baby.’ Her brows drew together, her eyes darkening in her confusion. ‘How…?’ ‘It’s a long story, love, and now’s not the time. I came for you. It’s not safe to stay here anymore. I have to get you out.’ ‘I… What?’ To Camille the whole world no longer made sense. This man touching her was her dead husband, but how could that be? ‘I know you’re confused but we have to leave. I’m sorry, love. I wish there were. The atmosphere was perfect, an energy in the air providing me with very uplifting feelings. I felt like I was on top of the world.The food was practically perfect. The soup we get had the right ratio of ingredients and was fresh enough to have the perfect textures. They got the salad done right and the breadsticks were fresh and savory. Everything was absolutely delicious!Our conversation was light-hearted and filled with little movie quotes and references. We shared our ideas about some books. That afternoon and evening the two swappedback and forth burning up Zach's connection looking for the tiniestshred of information that could provide some answer to the mystery.Scott focused on mental disorders much to Zach's annoyance and Zachfocused on otherworldly beings to Scott's annoyance. By late thatevening the two had unearthed a mountain of information containingoutlandish stories, crackpot conspiracy theories, and echoes of themythos that warned against strange women. Unfortunately.