The time I came back to myself

There once was a time that I sat down every day to reminisce about the times Leviathan and I shared. I was like Watson to his Sherlock, only you know, goofier. And then I stopped.

For a long time.

The reasons are not entirely clear to me. The story I was in the middle of is still unfinished. The tale thrilling, the drama poised at the brink of a revelation, and I walked away. I've left Leviathan and myself at the wedding reception, my cougar of an aunt keeping her beady eyes on him constantly, and Roger struggling with the copious amounts of alcohol that is ever present at receptions.

I guess the wedding isn't ready to be told and so I froze in my relating it. There are many other adventures of Roger and Samantha that need to be out in the world and I promise they will come...eventually.