Craig
It is past noon and Caylee hasn't once come down or even stepped out of the attic. The door was closed when I went to check on her an hour ago and something told me to give her a little more time, so I came back to the security room, trying to keep my mind busy with the one task Caylee had given me. Try to find Kimbertly. Yet, here I am, pacing up and down, my hands in my hair, nearly pulling at the roots as I wait and wait. I hate this, feeling like I am useless, but I know what Caylee needs now is time to figure out her abilities, even if it scares the s**t out of me.
My mind keeps bringing up all the ways this can go wrong. She might get stuck in a vision and struggle to find her way back. She might find a witch, but the witch might have the ability to trap her consciousness an
