The Voice preceded to keep me awake last night, making me envision all sorts of things. The Watcher was there, in spirit I suppose. It seems she is unaware that she is just as prohpetic, if not more so, than I. She seems to hear The Voice also. The heat of the room was exhausting and i had to strip to escape it, though The Voice seems to be the reason why it was so hot. The Watcher gave me a vision too... but I forget.

There is Evil on South Main Street.