I went to see Dr. Spiller and saw the dreams. I know that place where the children go. Where is it? I remember it but from another time, like the ghosts. The dreams are like the ghosts. Familiar and strange, out of my reach. Something is hidden there. Something important. Truth behind the lies. The truth will come. The voices in my head tell me the truth will come, wait for the truth. But there’s a hole in my brain and the things that fall into that hole are distended and obtuse. I want to run but I have promised. I have a mission.