 says we'd been on a family camping trip for a week when I fell, that my parents found me and took me to the hospital. I woke up an hour later, but started screaming and freaking out so badly they had to keep me sedated for several days.

I flip to the last page and stop breathing when a passage catches my eye.

When asked about what happened, the patient has no memory of the fall or even the camping trip. The only information we can get out of her is a name. Peter Archer. She is unable to tell us who he is. The only coherent thing she's said since waking was that she needed to find Peter Archer and save him from the ghosts. Parents have agreed to a psychiatric consultation.

I feel sick. Sucking in a deep breath, I try to keep myself from vomiting. Thirteen. Summer. That's when my weekly therapy visits were amped up from once a week to three times a week. My parents refused to let me do anything that summer. I barely even got to see Zara and Holden. I never knew why. I never even questioned their sudden anxiety.

It gives me a headache trying to think back to the end of that school year. I remember the last day of school my eighth grade year. Zara and I talked my mom into letting us go to the mall by ourselves to buy new bathing suits. We had a blast. I'd been doing better in school the last half of that year. Holden's parents had just put in a pool—the reason for the shopping trip—but I never went swimming. Try as I might, I can't remember a single thing that happened the two weeks after school let out. The next thing I remember is being hauled off to therapy by a strung out mom.

Tossing the file back on the desk, I stare at it. My head starts shaking slowly. This can't be right, can it?

"Did you find anything on this Peter Archer?" Kyran asks, his hand sliding from my shoulder to take my shaking hand.

Agent Morton looks at me in concern, but answers anyway. "Yes, we did. He went missing while his family was camping in the same area as Echo's family, on the same day Echo was found in the ravine. His body was never found."

That's it. That's all I can take. I lose it. Tears start pouring down my face as
says we'd been on a family camping trip for a week when I fall, that my parent found me and took me to the hospital. I woke up an hour by and by, but started screaming and freak out out so badly they had to keep open me sedated for several day. 

 I flip to the last page and stop breathing when a passage catches my center. 

 When asked about what happened, the patient have no memory of the fall or even the camping trip. The lone information we can scram out of her is a name. Peter Archer. She is unable to tell us who he is. The only coherent thing she's said since wake up was that she needed to find Peter Archer and save him from the ghosts. Parents have agree to a psychiatric consultation. 

 I feel sick. Sucking in a deep breath, I try to keep myself from vomiting. Thirteen. Summer. That's when my weekly therapy visits were amped up from once a workweek to three fourth dimension a week. My parent defy to let me do anything that summer. I barely even get to see Zara and Holden. I never knew why. I never even questioned their sudden anxiety. 

 It move over me a headache trying to think back to the end of that school year. I remember the last day of school my eighth grade year. Zara and I talked my ma into letting us start to the mall by ourselves to buy new bathing suits. We have a blast. I'd been doing better in school the final half of that year. Holden's parents had just arrange in a pool — the cause for the shopping trip — but I never went swim. Try as I might, I can't commend a single matter that happened the two weeks after school lease out. The next thing I commemorate is being hauled off to therapy by a string out mom. 

 flip the file back on the desk, I stare at it. My head starts shaking slowly. This can't be correct, can it? 

 " Did you find anything on this Peter Archer? " Kyran asks, his hired hand sliding from my shoulder to take my shaking hand. 

 Agent Morton looks at me in concern, but answer anyway. " Yes, we did. He went missing while his family was camping in the like area as Echo's family, on the like sidereal day Echo was found in the ravine. His body was never establish. " 

 That's it. That's all I can take. I lose it. crying start pouring down my face as
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 says we'd been on a family campiNg trip for a Week wHen i feLl, That My paRents found me anD Took Me to the hospital. I woke up An houR lATer, bUT sTarteD screamINg AND frEaKiNg oUt SO bAdly tHey Had to keEp me sedateD foR sEveral days.

I fLIp To the last pAge And stop breatHinG when a PaSsaGE catcHes My eye.

when asKEd abouT what happEnED, the paTIent has NO MeMory Of the fall or even thE CaMPing trip. The onlY inforMaTIoN WE caN geT out of her iS a Name. PETer ArchER. SHE IS unABle to tell us whO he is. The onlY CohErent tHiNg sHE's said Since WaKIng Was that she nEedeD to find PeTer ArcHEr and saVE him froM the ghOstS. PaRentS HaVe AgrEeD To a PSyChiATriC consultAtIoN.

I feeL sicK. sUCKing In a Deep BreatH, I try to keep mySelF froM VomIting. thirtEen. SUmMer. ThAt's wheN my weEkLy therapy visits Were Amped up frOm oNcE a wEeK to thREe timeS a wEek. my parenTs refusED to LeT ME Do Anything that summer. i bARElY even got To see ZARa AnD holden. I nEvEr kNew wHY. i neveR eveN QuEstioned Their sUDdEn Anxiety.

it Gives mE a HeaDacHe tryINg to Think bAck to the End of THat school year. I REmember the lasT DaY OF sCHool My eIghth grade yEar. ZARa anD I taLKeD my MOm intO lettInG Us GO to the mall by ourselvEs To buy nEw batHing suits. We haD a blast. I'd bEEN Doing betTer iN ScHOol the last half Of thaT year. HoldeN'S parents Had juSt put in a Pool—the reASOn for the ShoPpiNg tRip—BUT I Never went swimMINg. TrY aS I might, i caN't rememBer A siNglE thInG that happEned the tWo WeEkS aFteR schoOL let out. THe NexT tHinG I remEMber is Being HaulEd OfF To tHerapy bY A sTRUng oUt MoM.

TosSinG tHe filE bacK On tHe desk, I Stare at it. my hEAd stArTs Shaking Slowly. This can'T bE right, can iT?

"DId yOu find ANYthing on This Peter Archer?" Kyran askS, His hand SliDing fRom mY shoulder To tAke my sHakINg hand.

agent MOrton LoOks AT Me in cONCeRn, bUt Answers anyWAY. "YeS, we diD. HE wenT missinG while his family was CAmpIng in the same aRea As EcHO'S fAmiLY, oN The SaME daY eCho was found in thE ravine. His BoDY wAs never fouND."

ThAt'S it. That'S all I caN take. i Lose it. TEars start Pouring doWn My faCE As
 says we'd been on a famil y campingtripfor  awe ek w henI fell, that m y  par ents found me and took  me t ot he h o sp ital.  I woke up a n h ou rlat er ,  b ut st art ed scre aming andfre ak ing out so b a dl y they had  to  keep me sed ate d forse ver a l day s.
I fl ip tot he las t page an ds top br e athingw h en  a p assage catches my ey e .

When askedaboutwh a th a ppe ned , the pati en t has no memo r yo f the fall or eventhe camping tri p. The  o nly inform ation  w e  ca n get out o f he r is a na me. Pe t er Arch e r. Sheis una ble  to  tel l  u swho  h e  is .  T heo nly  coheren tth ing s he's s a i d si nce  wak ing w as that she n eed ed t o  fi nd Pe ter A rche rand s ave hi m fro mthe ghosts. Par ents  have agr eed  t o a  p sychi a tric c ons ult ation.
I feel sic k. S u ck ing in a deep brea th , Itry to k eep my s el ff rom vomi ti ng.  Thi r t een.Summ e r.  That'swhen m y  w ee kly the ra py vis it s w ere  ampe d  upfrom o nce a we ek to three times aw eek. My paren t sr e fu s ed t o l et me do an ythi n g th at s u mm er. I bar ely e ve n  g o t to see Zara and H ol den. I  neve r knew why. I  never eve n q uestione d th e ir sudden anxiety .

It  gives mea  headach e try ing to t hink back t o the en d o f t hat  sc h o ol  year. I reme m b er t he  last d ayof scho olmyeig hth  g rade year . Zara a nd  I  t al ked  my m o m into l et tin gusgo to the ma ll by  our se lv e s t o buy n e wb a thin gsu its.  We  h ad ablas t . I 'd been  doing be tte r  insc ho ol thelast half ofth at year. H ol den 's par e n ts had j ust put in a pool—the r e ason fo r t he sh oppi ng trip—b utI neve r w e nt swi mming.  Tryas  Im i ght,I ca n't  r emember as i ngl e thi ng  tha t happe ned the two weeksa fte r school letout . Th e ne xtt hi n g I  r e mem b e r is being haul ed off toth e ra py by a st r ung  o ut mom. 

Tossi ng th e  file b ack on th e desk, I  s tare a t i t. My head  startsshaking s l owly. Th is ca n't  be ri gh t,can i t?

"D i d y ou fi nd any th ing on  this  P eter Arc her?" Kyran asks, his h and sl iding  fr om my sho uld e r t o take my  sha king hand. 

A gen t Mor ton looks  atm einc oncer n, b u t answers an ywa y .  " Yes, we did . H e w ent m iss i ng whi le h is family was cam p ing in the sam e ar e a  as  Ec h o'sfa mily, on the s ame  d a y  Echo wa sfound in th e ravine .H is bo dy was  never  found. " 
T h at's i t. T hat 's all Ican  t a ke. I l os ei t. Tea rs s ta rt pou ring d o wn m y face as
 says_we'd been_on a family camping_trip for_a_week when_I_fell, that my_parents found me_and took me to_the hospital. I_woke_up an hour later, but started screaming and freaking out so badly they had_to_keep me_sedated_for_several days.

I flip to the_last page and stop breathing_when a_passage catches my eye.

When asked about what happened,_the_patient has no_memory of the fall or even the camping trip._The only information we can get_out of her_is_a_name. Peter Archer. She_is unable to tell us who_he is. The only coherent thing_she's said since waking was that she_needed to find Peter Archer and_save him from the ghosts._Parents have_agreed to a psychiatric consultation.

I_feel sick. Sucking_in a_deep breath, I_try to keep myself from vomiting._Thirteen. Summer. That's_when my weekly therapy visits were_amped_up from once_a_week_to three_times a week._My_parents refused_to_let me do anything that summer._I_barely even got to see Zara and_Holden. I never knew_why._I never even questioned_their sudden anxiety.

It gives me_a headache trying to think back_to the_end of_that school year. I remember the last day of school my_eighth grade year. Zara and I_talked my mom into_letting us_go_to the mall_by_ourselves to_buy new bathing suits. We had a_blast. I'd_been doing better in school the_last half of that_year._Holden's parents had just put in_a pool—the reason for the shopping_trip—but I never went swimming._Try_as_I might, I can't remember_a single thing that happened the_two weeks after_school let out. The next thing I_remember_is being hauled off to therapy_by_a strung out mom.

Tossing the file_back_on_the desk, I stare at_it. My head starts shaking slowly._This can't be right, can it?

"Did you find anything_on this Peter_Archer?" Kyran asks, his hand_sliding_from_my shoulder to take my shaking hand.

Agent Morton looks at_me in_concern, but answers_anyway. "Yes, we did. He went missing while his family_was camping in the same area as_Echo's family, on the same day Echo was found in the_ravine. His body was never found."

That's it. That's_all I can take. I lose it._Tears start pouring down_my_face as