"The following day, the two elders appeared, the old man and woman dressed as always in tweeds. They sat with the boy and I in the library, and explained that my drinking the water of forgetfulness had deeply compromised me, that I would have no memory at all for the next year of what happened, and then it would come to me in brief lapses, through which I would accomplish a little, but still with great harm to myself and to others. But that I must still follow through with my new duties, and that in time, after great suffering and turmoil, I would recover my memory. That happened, Kenny, to me when they put me here in hospital, and as you can see, I have almost completely recovered, but still am not really that stable."
"I would imagine", say I, "that that was the visit Kenny had with him the day before I came with him to see Lindstrom, because that day he was completely zonked on medications or whatever."
"Read on", says Francois.
"I was seeing and hearing everything as through a cloud or mist. The old couple escorted me down to the water, and then saw me off on the boat. The ferryman was wearing as always his hoody, like the ferryman of Styx from Greek mythology and never once saw I his face or hear his voice. Chris was waiting for me on the other shore, and escorted me to the community, where I spent two more nights. The next day, he drove me to the airport...
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