“Does he talk to you? How does he take you places?” I pressed, wondering if perhaps this was an imaginary friend, or some child’s play I couldn’t comprehend.

The boy hesitated, eyes flickering with the innocence of someone too young to understand the complexities around him. “He talks in my head. And I just think about going, and we go.”

A shiver ran down my spine as the boy spoke. His words were innocent, yet they painted a picture that was anything but. I needed to get answers, but they were tangled in the inexplicable.