The Final View

We have to go back.

That's what April said as we sat at the bar. Now, I regret the choices.

April texted me. "When are we going back?"

I've thought about it constantly. We could have gone back right away, but we both decided to come home to take care of some things here first.

Would the entrance still be there in the future? It had to be. We didn't destroy it like the last time—although, I don't think it was anything we did on purpose to seal the cave at the end of the trail.

There was an earthquake, but did we do that? I don't think so.

There is some connection that both of us feel about that place. Maybe it's the shared experience, maybe it's the residual 'gift' Flick gave us, or as April puts it:

"I think we have a higher purpose, Thomas."

I don't know what that is. Neither does she.