Third person's POV
Carter drove around aimlessly. He really didn’t have any place he wanted to be at but just wanted to be out of his bed which had for obvious reasons to not a so good resting place. He could count the hours he has slept this last few days. Since they left the cabin he has barely slept and the hours he spent doing so he could count by his fingers and it barely reached a five. Just the day before he had a different flash and he woke up in tears.
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A little boy who was probably around the age of seven or eight was a give or take he really didn’t know was sited by the edge of the staircase while eagerly looking at the door.
“Come on son why don’t you help me arrange the table, you do know your dad wont be here for another twenty minutes right.” A mid aged woman s
