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Well, I did my reconnaissance. But I'm not sure we learned something we wanted to know.
Despite stupid rain and parent-induced delays, the cryptid is still out there. Lurking. Waiting...for us.
Wait is that you guys? Jaime, why are you calling my mom? What are you saying to her?? Why do you have her number!?
I have just been forcibly reminded that I have a mother again...and that I’m still grounded from all non-school activities.
It's not just our memories about our parents that are confusing. I'm walking to school right now, and in the old Poppy Valley you could always see the city across the river. But now it always seems too foggy. Is that normal or not? I don't even know.
I don't know when the last time I saw my mom was. (I also saw her this morning on her way to work, because dimensional weirdness). I didn't think about her much in the last dimension...and I don't even remember why I didn't remember her.