Again, Alice's screams rang in the stillness of the night. I saw myself run toward the cabin, flashlight in my hand.
I followed my past self. I was an out-of-body observer, a time traveler in a crazy, drunken dream. This was the beginning, the night Alice had disappeared.
The mystery of what had happened during the missing week was about to reveal itself.
Departure Manuscript: The Mystery of the Missing Week
