The van with my other four turned south, Sally and I headed north.More scenes flashed through my head. Some were quick and I couldn't discern what was...happening, others seemed to linger as if they were memories that had been thought about a lot. Again, all of them seemed to be events from human history. None seemed very specific, but only what someone had witnessed and remembered from various moments in their lives.That thought disturbed me. One person had lived multiple lives? That wasn't. He went to hiscloset and grabbed the first shirt he came too. It wasn't until hetried to button it that he realized they were on the wrong side. Heclearly said, "What the fuck is going on?"Running late, he looked for his old backpack. He went to the kitchentable where he remembered throwing it down the night before, he foundthat it was gone. In its place was a paisley-colored bag."Mom, what happened to my backpack?" That old thing? I threw it out. But don't worry I got you a very. Some of them seem to be ticked or crossed. Why would Joanna be looking for a hotel or a motel when she had this nice house to live in? Did you find anything upstairs? What's that you're holding in your hand?"I didn't even notice that I had come down with the pill bottles. I looked at them once again, as if to prove to myself they were real and said, "Yeah, I found something. These pill bottles, they were all full or almost full the last time I saw them; now they're empty and I don't like what. ”“Really? And if I decided to move Penny out of your shared office?”“Then I’ll say very nice things about you at your funeral,” I replied with a grin.“Level with me, please. I’ve never asked you about this, but I think I need to. You haven’t touched her since she turned sixteen?”“I swear by Loki, and by all that is chaotic, that I haven’t! We hug, and there are those little kisses on the cheek, and that’s it. Period. And given all the OTHER shit that went down in her life, it’s a good thing I.