We spent the rest of the morning together having breakfast and then getting ready for the walk. I still felt totally stoned by what had happened to me with Mama on my “journey” so I was relieved that we were finally getting to the bottom of this mystery about Layla and all that was going on with my wife and Mama, and everything that had been happening for months now. I was a little miffed about being kept in the dark, but I trusted Maggie and I was beginning to get that something big was going down with our baby Layla.

We left the apartment at 7:30 and, strolling along the empty streets of the Quarter arm in arm, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why me? Why us?” I’m just some guy from a small western Louisiana cotton town, and Maggie too, I mean she’s just a happy-go-lucky southern girl. I’ve never heard her utter a single word about these kinds of things. And Mama, who is this person? Or better yet, what is this person?

I didn’t have any answers but something deep inside of me knew I was was getting ready to find out. How could I know that in just a few short hours my entire life was about to change forever?