Going Home?

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Soon I'm jolted awake. I'm being pulled through a black space. My vision focuses and I see that it's not black just dark inky blue, with bright lights dotting it. It feels kind of cold but I don't mind there is grayish fluff all around. Clouds! I'm in the sky. The Humdrum must've summoned me again but I don't feel his dry itching sucking feeling. In fact it feels like the pull is coming from inside me, right from my heart.

I must've cast some teleportation spell in my sleep or something. I've never cast a spell in my sleep before. If that's going to become a thing with me is anyone ever going to be safe. What if I blow myself up. This is the first time I've really thought about something so much, it's tiring.

I have no idea where I'm going, then it hits me. Home. I'm going home. But where is my home, I've never really had one. Ever. Even Watford I'm going to have to leave eventually. I "fly" over the roads, farms, lakes, and houses. This is the wrong direction for Penny's house, I think. Maybe Agatha's? She is my girlfriend after all, isn't she?

I'm back in the clouds now and I can't see anything. I try to drop lower but it doesn't work. Then I see it. Out of the corner of my eye I spot it, something sparkling behind me. I turn my head. I have wings but not like the ones I used to fly Penny and me home a few days ago. These wings are iridescent, like a butterfly's wings, big like a parachute extending behind me only instead of weighing me down they carry me high.

I wanted to take control of my own life but I guess I can't even do that. I sigh and do what I always do. I don't think about it, I just go with it.

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