I couldn't sleep. I had that feeling again. The softness of the bed, so much nicer than the one in jail, kept trying to soothe away my uneasiness, but I wasn't having it. After all the insane shit that'd happened I'd learned not to ignore the little voice in the back of my head.

I pushed off the fluffy white comforter, sat up, and put my head in my hands, trying to focus. What was it?

I'd been trying to connect all the dots for weeks, but something was still missing. There was more to it than just Capricorn, I was sure of it. I just hadn't been able to pin it down yet. Was I getting closer?

I turned on the bedside lamp, wincing at the sudden brightness. Stepping quietly so as not to wake Mom, I walked to the pile of stuff I'd been released with and got out the red journal I'd been keeping while I was in jail. Filled with sketches, potential lyrics, and fragments of thoughts, I felt like it would help me piece this puzzle together.

It was roughly organized by person- everyone I thought might play a role in all of this. Capricorn's section was first, and I'd been over it hundreds of times. Amidst the pictures I'd drawn of the Devil was everything I could ever remember him saying or doing. I re-read it all carefully, and a few things stood out- things that hadn't made sense to me before.