I lingered there for a moment, looking into the two open books at the foot of this cruel Roman device. The hymnal was opened to the hymn "His eye is o... the sparrow", and my uneasiness waxed immensely as I read the following underlined words " I KNOW he watches me."It was at this moment that I nearly lost my mind entirely for I heard a loud screech behind me, and as I turned to face what I wholeheartedly believed was the current landowner (though no one in town could say who that was), I instead. “I’m gonna wander on up the street and see what’s happening. Anyone wanna come?” I announced, rising from my seat.“Yeah I’ll go, but I gotta piss first,” Sarge said, draining the last of his beer.“We’ll catch up in a bit,” Digger added.I nodded and made my way outside. The cool night air felt good as I turned to admire the historic station to my right and tried to imagine what The Drive was like a hundred years ago. Depot Drive, or The Drive as it was referred to, had a long and infamous. And then Alistair picked up my parents’ journal, wrapped one arm around my waist, and pulled me sideways into the hammock so we could cuddle and swing.“Want to talk about it?” He lifted the journal and waggled it at me.I snuggled closer, pressing my face against his chest, soothed by his soft heartbeat beneath my ear. “They visited here a lot.” I let out a shaky breath. “Like, almost every year, I think.”He squeezed my shoulders silently and pushed the hammock with one foot until we were. I know shecan't help it. It's the same with my clothes. But we can't ignore it.Maybe I can show her some tricks I learned. In the meantime ..."Sarah got up and fetched something from the hallway. As she returned sheput a can of pepper-spray on the table and pushed it towards Valerie."I think you need this more than I do. I hardly leave the house anywayand when I do I have now my spirits to protect me."Before either of her parents could say anything she continued."Of course I won't fight.