me and whit called an uber to take us home.
"I had such a realistic dream," I told Whitney.
"What was it?" she asked. I explained the dream and she just gave me a confused look.
"I don't know," I sighed.
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We got home and there is the biggest sign. It read "D19946".
"Ok, Whitney. Do you know anything?" I asked.
"It's blatantly obvious! 19946 Dresden! It's my dad's old house address! Let's go!" She grabbed my hand and took me to a car. "Here are the keys. I've got it typed into my phone. Maybe there's a clue there," she said.
We drove to his old house and it was, honestly, trash. We did find a clue thought.
'Cleaning out my Closet'
I figured we had to go inside and look at one of the closets. Whitney suggested we go inside, so I followed.
The floors were covered in trash. I heard a squeal coming from Whitney.
"Whit what happened?" I yelled.
"There are spiders all over!" She was jumping up and down and losing her cool.
"Calm down. Let's go find this closet," I said.
We searched the rooms and finally found the closet.
8 Miles to 'Will'
8 miles to will?
"What does that mean?" asked Whitney.
"I don't know. I think it means we go 8 miles, but I don't know which way we go."
I got a call from Marshall.
"Marshall, I don't know where you're going, but I'm done with this. Just come home already!" I yelled.
"East," is all he said.
"we go east."
We went 8 miles East and found "13 miles ahead for 'you'" So we went 13 miles and found you.
There we found a question.
How did we meet? Answer aloud for 'marry.'
"Umm, we met because I got hit by a car and you took me to the hospital," I answered.
Suddenly a male voice blared directions.
"Go to Comerica Park and go to the field."
So, to Comerica Park we went.
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