“And you have had this thing since…?” asked Gunter.
“Maybe always," Travis replied.
“Is it like the “Ghost Whisperer”?”
“No, she can see ghosts and they talk to her.”
“Like ”Marvel Girl”?”
“No, she does out of body experiences, astral projection.”
“Mr. Spock?”
“No…that was mind melding and I never knew what the hell that was.”
Gunter smiled at the absurdity of this conversation.
“It’s not a big deal, like I have some incredible super power. I don’t have psychic weapons, read thoughts, take control of someone’s mind, move objects around the room or go into their dreams. I can just feel their more intense emotions. Nothing specific unless the emotion is strongly focused on a singular event.”
“All these years, you forgot to mention this?” asked Gunter.
“I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry that I keep this from your of all people. Really, I mean it, but didn't you think I was amazingly good at reading people’s character? ”
“Yes, I did,” said Gunter adding “deceiver.”
Travis squinted at Gunter and went on.
“I am in Otter Lake because this is a clear spot. I can't read people here."
"Humm...," said Gunter, "Travis Caribou, bad friend, detective and possible mental patient. We will have to update your resume.”
“Exactly why I did not tell you.” Travis said.
“Good point,” said Gunter.
Remember when you got that wasp stuck in your hair and he was stinging you?”
Gunter thought. “I do,” he said. “I was on my roof and I had to calmly climb down without spilling the paint and turn the garden hose on my head.”
“Exactly,” Travis said, “this trip is my garden hose.”
“I can’t tell you how or why I have this ability or if it has any bigger purpose at all. Maybe, the only thing I am going to discover in Otter Lake is how to get nice quiet nights sleep.”
Gunter considered this.
“Why do you think the voices are quiet here?”
"I'm going with the free donuts," Travis said.
“Maybe always," Travis replied.
“Is it like the “Ghost Whisperer”?”
“No, she can see ghosts and they talk to her.”
“Like ”Marvel Girl”?”
“No, she does out of body experiences, astral projection.”
“Mr. Spock?”
“No…that was mind melding and I never knew what the hell that was.”
Gunter smiled at the absurdity of this conversation.
“It’s not a big deal, like I have some incredible super power. I don’t have psychic weapons, read thoughts, take control of someone’s mind, move objects around the room or go into their dreams. I can just feel their more intense emotions. Nothing specific unless the emotion is strongly focused on a singular event.”
“All these years, you forgot to mention this?” asked Gunter.
“I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry that I keep this from your of all people. Really, I mean it, but didn't you think I was amazingly good at reading people’s character? ”
“Yes, I did,” said Gunter adding “deceiver.”
Travis squinted at Gunter and went on.
“I am in Otter Lake because this is a clear spot. I can't read people here."
"Humm...," said Gunter, "Travis Caribou, bad friend, detective and possible mental patient. We will have to update your resume.”
“Exactly why I did not tell you.” Travis said.
“Good point,” said Gunter.
Remember when you got that wasp stuck in your hair and he was stinging you?”
Gunter thought. “I do,” he said. “I was on my roof and I had to calmly climb down without spilling the paint and turn the garden hose on my head.”
“Exactly,” Travis said, “this trip is my garden hose.”
“I can’t tell you how or why I have this ability or if it has any bigger purpose at all. Maybe, the only thing I am going to discover in Otter Lake is how to get nice quiet nights sleep.”
Gunter considered this.
“Why do you think the voices are quiet here?”
"I'm going with the free donuts," Travis said.
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