Is there truly a darkness in our souls, or just a lack of lightness?

"I never owned one in the first place," Hunter said. "Hate to be tied down with all of that technology, remember? I'm trying to get away from it." I thought it was a little strange that they had looked at each other like that, but I was tired, so I dismissed it as paranoia. But only for a moment. "But where's my phone? I always have it with me... except now. I can't remember what I did with it." "Maybe you just set it down somewhere, or lost it in the crash," she said. "No. I don't think so. I don't think I’ve had it for a while, now." I tried to remember the last time I’d used my phone to call someone, but I couldn't recall a single time. I felt conflicted because I knew that I owned and paid the phone bill for a cellular, but the only phone calls I could remember making had been on the landline at the house. And not just recently... I couldn't recall having EVER made a phone call with a cellular. That just didn't make sense. How could I forget having ever used something that was such a common device in today's world? "Maybe that fire extinguisher did more damage to your head than you'd like to admit," Hunter said, glancing back over to Janine. I was definitely starting to become really paranoid, but I didn't want to let them know that I was starting to think that something strange was afoot with them. I also felt pulled from two different directions and guilty for suspecting that Janine might be hiding something from me regarding the cell phone.

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