I feel a pull to magic the more I read the book, but the darkness this magic lead to is a little frightful. The path is so unlike myself I often wonder why I continue to read the script. Where is my life path leading?

I saw the strange lady watching from a window as we rode out of the inner city. I sometime hope she might be looking at one of the others, but I know that she is watching me. I have failed to put a name to this woman yet, but when I return I will endeavor to find that answer. She seems so lonely.

Midnight is in good spirit and eager to travel, the open road call to me, but I know I must come back, always back, to the inner city.