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April 3, 2019
Grinnell, Iowa
Disoriented from having slept in his disheveled clothes from the previous day, Ramsey opened his eyes and saw slivers of bright light cutting across his bedroom wall. He reached for his phone. The time read 11:12am. Arriving around four in the morning, he had fallen into his bed. The trip home from Taos, New Mexico was exceptional by its uneventfulness: no visions, no coincidences, no mercurial women, and no one kidnapping him. It gave Ramsey time to think about what to do next. One train of thought told him to drop the whole Adam pursuit, forget about what happened the past week, return to life as it was before. He argued to himself that contrary to what Haas had said, there was nothing special about himself, nothing he could do to help find Adam—even if
