Jon was still dizzy, but he was a little more focused than before. He tilted his head a bit and saw that there was a figure standing in the room. "Karyn?"
The figure came forward. It was the old man, still dressed as a farmer.
"Sorry I had to do that, son. You can't know too much about what's going on. Not yet, anyway. That's a part of the journey."
"What journey?"
"The journey you're on, the journey you will be on."
"So, I am on a quest."
The old man nodded.
"Who are you talking to?" Karyn asked, walking into the room.
Jon looked at Karyn, then looked back at the old man. Except, he wasn't there. Was he really there to begin with, though? Maybe Jon imagined it. He did get hit in the face with a shovel, afterall.
"No one. I ... I was just thinking out loud."
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"I'm still kind of dizzy and my head still hurts a little. But other than that, I feel fine. Did you find any food?"
"Some. Of course, you know, we could always have corn."
Jon laughed. It hurt a bit to laugh. "Yeah. But too much corn might get a little boring after awhile."
"Not if it kept you alive."
"Right." Jon looked up at Karyn and smiled. "I'm glad you're here, Karyn. I mean, with me."
"I know. I just wish I could touch you."
"Yeah, me too."
"Uh, guys," Sarah said, walking into the bedroom, a little more than just casually. "Someone's knocking on the front door."
