I'm goofing for a bit. Mid-way through, I get this phone call from Hunter.

Meet me at the Grand Canyon. I do.

He's standing near the edge and takes a badly advised step backwards and arms flapping everywhichway, he disappears.

I wander over to where he dropped out of sight. Can't see him. "Hunter!" I yell. "It's me, Cody Barstow." (His short-term memory alternated between fantastic and jello, so I sometimes reminded him of who I was, just in case.)

"Hunter!" I yell again. Get no answer. So I get in my car and head back to MojoCity and have an IPA beer while I watch a re-run of The X-Files.