When I woke up the next morning, Seth was still on my mind. I was starting to think of our conversations as visits rather than dreams. I wasn't sure why that comforted me, unless maybe I was accepting my descent into madness. Whatever the source of my newfound calm, I'd take it.
As I was getting dressed, I remembered Seth's suggestion that I talk to Judy. It seemed like sound advice. I didn't know where her new house was, but Adam did and he happily provided the address.
In no time, I