I chilled for nearly a week inside the hospital. The attorneys visited me while my grandma and the guys called me. The former told me we would meet in front of the police station for a formal interview; the latter told me to just get better soon.
It seemed my body was really enchanted somehow; I got on my feet quicker than the doctors could believe, healing fully. That was good news. Tomorrow was the formal interview, so tonight I was going to the place where Henrietta was found.
It would look awful if they discovered me on the site where her body was found, but I needed to walk to this parallel world, or I would never be able to get my name cleared.
I got the attorneys to bring me black clothes and a mask, and I went out of the hospital at night. I got the address from my vision and searched it on my new phone, which they brought me as well.
