Come with me, he said. “Where do you want me to go?” I asked him. Everywhere, he said. “Everywhere?” I asked. Yes everywhere, stop repeating me, he said. “Oh ok.” I said, I must have made him angry. Sometimes he gets angry, sometimes he gets so angry that I have to run and hide. Today he isn’t that angry so I stay. Well don’t just stand there, he says, let’s go. Before I can say a word, he is gone. I brace myself; it is always disorientating when I cross over. I take a deep breath, then I am gone.
