At Nick's request, Bryce followed him back into the cave to retrieve the box that whatever that thing was had. After Nick had the box, they were just on theire way out when something caught the photographers eye. A crack. An opening in the wall that must have been created in the blast Thre seemed to be something inside there he peered in...
To see the decomposing corpse of the man he called his father.
***
Bryce's eyes shot open and he breathed in hard to see that he was on a plane, headed to San Fancisco. He had been dreaming again.
"Is something wrong sir?" asked a flight attendant. "Would you like a pillow, or something to help you sleep?"
"No, I'll be fine," Bryce answered. As the attendant left he switched on his reading lamp and began going through the pictures he had taken, for the fifth time he looked them over, trying to peice together the events surrounding his return to Alaska, and for the fifth time, nothing made any sense.
He knew what he had to do once he landed. He wouldnlt go home, he wouldn;t pass go or collect $200. He was headed straight toward angel island, to get some answers.
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