So I'm on my way to Chicago.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
I should be hiding in the bushes outside an all-girls school in New England, like my teenage aspirations, only a lot more morbid. Instead, I'm going to one of the largest cities in the country on the hunch that there'll be something waiting for me in or around the Ferris Wheel on Navy Pier.
I'm not sure what's there. Or who wants me to go there.
Maybe it's that...thing that was in King's head, before...
I really need to explain that one day. It's just hard to remember, honestly. A lot of what happened, what brought us to this point, is absent from my mind.
Maybe there are some answers there.