I barely remember that next day. I did manage to get Ken’s number and even with both of us sober he seems like a cool dude. Not like a relationship thing, but definitely would be a cool friend to have. He seems to be in the same mindset too, so I have no worries. That Monday though brings in classes.

I’m sitting there in my mythology class with a large coffee on my desk and sunglasses covering my eyes. I hate Mondays. As I look over the Nordic runes we were studying I notice one of them looks like that same rune that the icy eyed chick had drawn out. I see that it is the rune for journey according to my book. Weird. I trace it out in my book. As soon as I’m done a feel a tightness in my chest.

I’m standing in my dorm room. How the fuck did I get here? I was just in class. What the fuck? I never moved. I was in the middle aisle too so I would have had to move past people. But hear I am. I had only blinked and now I’m back. I look up to see Sam staring at me in shock.

“What the fuck?”

“How did you do that?” His eyes are so wide in shock I’m surprised they haven’t fallen out of his face.

“I don’t know.” I really didn’t. I didn’t even know what happened. It’s impossible. Maybe I’m still drunk from this weekend and don’t remember. Yeah, that’s what I’ll tell myself.

“You literally just appeared with a pop. Didn’t come through the door. Just boom there you are.”

“Dude that’s impossible.”

“I know.”

Okay so maybe both of us are insane. I knew that I had to be going insane, but Sam too? I look over at the time to see that it hadn’t changed. I should still be in the middle of my mythology class. I look around and see that my bag isn’t there, my book isn’t there, my notepad isn’t there. What the hell just happened? I look over at the piece of paper on the table next to my bed. Now I really have questions, and none of them pertain to my father.