The next day, after Mark left for Community College, I decided to look in his room for clues to his behavior. He had been sleepwalking for about four years, but this s****l thing was new. I wanted to understand what might be triggering him.
I didn't like to invade his privacy, and didn't want to embarrass him by asking pointed questions, so I told myself it was my responsibility to check his room.
I looked through the books on his shelves, but there was nothing unusual or hidden between the pages. I tried to access his computer, but he had a hard to crack password and I had no luck. Before I left, I decided to look in his sketch books to see if there was anything new in them. Mark is a talented artist. He draws pen and ink sketches all the time, so he has piles of drawings all over his
