I entered the bedroom again and sat on the bed. I saw an old guitar leaning up on the closet door. It had the initials, C.G.K, scribbled on it. Before I could inspect it, there was a knock on the door. I answered and Carson came into the room.

"I see you look much better." He observed as he walked over to the bed where I sat.

"Not really. I'm still having an headache." I respond, then pointed to the guitar. "Is that yours?"

Carson looked in the direction I pointed. "Yeah. ...