It had been days since I woke up in California.
What am I doing here, and more importantly, where is Ryder? It's the same questions I ask myself a thousand times a day. Maybe I had a nervous breakdown, and I dreamt up Ryder, Freddie, and New Jersey.
Maybe I was tied up the entire time in a seedy motel. The way to escape my nightmare was to imagine I was in a different part of the country. With a monster who I eventually fell for.
However, I know better. Something is wrong, and the only information I have on Ryder is that he's somewhere in Moorestown, New Jersey. Even then, he probably doesn't even live in that town. He could live in the middle of nowhere, for all I know. I have no direction whatsoever.
I could always walk into Boeing Headquarters and talk to the president. Even then, he will look at me like I am crazy.