Charlie sipped his tea. "I wonder if you can trust this guy." He said.
"He certainly is a bit odd." Professor John replied, "But I don't think that he's malevolent. And, currently, he's the only lead that we have."
"Yes, but something about those letters just... makes me uneasy." Charlie explained.
Suddenly, something occurred to me. My thoughts had little connection to what Charlie had just said, but I voiced them, anyway. "What if this guy is the same person who placed that body behind that tree?"
My companions were confounded by that prospect. However, it also intrigued them. It certainly brought them a sense of understanding, whether or not it was false. They needed that feeling, in light of recent events, and so did I. In fact, I probably needed it more than they did. Something in me was slipping; I had felt it, inside of myself.
The weight of my words was so profound that no one quite knew how to respond. So, the conversation kind of just died. We wished John luck, and we returned home.
