The whispers start up again when the roar of the engine goes quiet.
Max. Help us. Save us. You left us! Come back!
I need to keep moving. I need to get to the Plains of Silence. There, I have a chance at peace. At escaping the ghosts that haunt me.
“Are you away again on one of your looong journies?” Chumbucket asks from the back of the car.
I don’t answer, eyes busy scanning the horizon. Storms a-coming.
The ghosts whisper louder:
Run. Hide. Quick now!
I return to the car and banish them. But it’s only ever temporary.