Tim exhaled loudly, suddenly feeling a great weight resting on his shoulders. He slouched forward causing the boat to rock listlessly as he placed his head in his hands.

“So what should my next step be, Dad? Just sit around and wait for a sign?”

“Call Marcus.”

“Huh?”

“You said earlier that you saw him in the crystal ball—that you felt like maybe he had a role in all of this, too. Why not reach out to him? Maybe he’s had some similar experiences.”

Tim considered his father’s advice.

“Maybe you’re right, Dad. I mean, I owe him a callback anyway. I’ll get in touch with him when I get home.”

The silence returned, but this time it felt lighter—less menacing. Tim looked do...

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