INWARD

“The detective in Plentiful tried to leave and can’t. The first time he tried, the cloudy presence that was first seen by you, hovered above him just before he heard a voice speak to him saying that if he tries to leave, he’d be punished then and there, and caused to die. The detective is too scared to leave, and we all believe that the voice that seems to be separate from the cloud, is too frightening to ignore. The other thing is that the cloud said that only a few would be allowed to leave. It told the detective to get you to Plentiful. Now I don’t know about you, but if I heard a voice speak to me, I wouldn’t budge either, and it seems to be a sort of prediction awaiting events to take place before you and others would be allowed to leave,” the detective explains.

I wasn’t prepared to hear all that he just said to me, but am astonished at his bold ability to speak, considering he was so quiet before. I sit still for a moment, and want to speak, but I’m pretty sure that anything after what he has just said would amount to nothing except raw emotions being scattered about the car we are in.

“It’s okay Annette. You don’t have to say anything. What would you say anyway? Oh! Great! I get to go to a place that doesn’t exist and try to figure out what is going on while being frightened by a cloudy presence that’s awaiting to catch people up when they die!” The detective shouts in a humorous manner. “It’s a lot to swallow, I know. I’d rather be pulled by the ears by this here car than go through what you’re about to, but at the same time, we all think you can handle it, because of what you’ve already been through.”

“That’s close enough detective!” A voice that sounds as if it were speaking through a can then shouts out. “She can walk from there. It is a place where only those whom I choose, may enter.”