John got up and rubbed his face. He felt like he had slept for ages. He looked at his phone. It had been at least twelve hours. Huh. He sat at the kitchen table and spread out the map on the table. Next to the faded points of lights, he wrote the names of the Knights and their identities in this life.

He set the pen down and rubbed his forehead.

This was a pain. Trying to convince ordinary people of what they were. That he wasn't crazy. Good grief.