Well, it's been six months for both of us. I guess we should toast to Walker's memory, but that would be tacky. I've been reading over his journals, and they read like the ravings of a mad oracle. It seems that he really did have something to him.
As I sit in this bus stop, I've decided to pull out something that seems pertinent.
Mannaz is the sign of our forebears, the knight and his son. From the stars to earth, this symbol was sent. It is the augmentation of the dust, the claw of the hawk.
As I reflect on the knowledge contained within, I'm starting to gain a hold on things.