“They’ve cornered a small pack of dogs,” I answer. “What the hell does that mean?” Lynn asks looking at me with a strange expression on her face. Her question shakes me out of a reverie-like state. Images continue to flash through my head without actually interfering with other thoughts. Well, as much as is possible. Right now, a squirrel passing by will interfere with my thoughts. The pictures that float through are in a separate part of my mind; cohesive but separate. They are similar to a picture story but as a form of communication. The images themselves actually depict whole thoughts, ideas, and action. “Jack?” Lynn asks trying to get my attention. I shake my head and look down at her. “What?” I say leaving my reverie once again. “What the hell does that mean? Who has cornered a pack of dogs? And what dogs? What the fuck are you talking about?” She asks. “I honestly don’t know. I have these images in my head and it’s like they’re talking to me. I know and understand what is happening through them,”
