The nightmare’s had me thinking all day that maybe I
was wrong. Maybe I should’ve kept up the search for Him. It’s too late now, I
suppose; getting across the Mississippi is a bit harder from this side. There’s
a chance, however slim, that He may have jumped on this side. If He did, the
odds of me catching up to Him are even slimmer.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been three years
since I started out after Him. Even harder to believe that when I did, the
world was still somewhat normal. I suppose the irony is that if the man in gray
hadn’t shown up in my life, hadn’t taken Moira away from me… I’d have been dead
as soon as They took over.
That seems even farther away, honestly. It feels
like They’ve always been in power. In a way, I guess They have always been in control, but They were like Him – always in the
background, never making obvious appearances. Something must have happened that
made Them start grabbing at positions of power. Either that, or… this was all
inevitable.
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