I'm not really sure what's going on anymore. That Advisor guy says he's visited the town, and left flowers "on Grandmama's resting place."
He isn't talking about her grave. It's someplace completely different. I know exactly where he is talking about, but I have no idea why.
This place isn't connected with my grandmother at all. As far as I know nobody "rests" there. But for some reason, I KNOW that's where he's talking about. This isn't right, I don't remember being there very often, I don't recall anything happening there, I don't remember ever talking about that place, and yet I know that it is "Grandmama's resting place."
This doesn't feel right at all. It could be a trap. You could be working for the docs, and this could be some elaborate scheme to get me in a padded room, or under an operating table... But it's the only thing I can do. If I do nothing, I'll try something stupid again to try and get the old voices back. This, at least, will give me something to concentrate on... And a springboard to talk about this blog with Chelsea.
But I hope your roses won't wilt easily, because it's going to take a bit of planning to get there, Mr. Advisor...