Alex
Las Vegas. It was the start. He couldn’t find that presence again or that witch before they left and headed back to Philadelphia. Unfortunate, but something told Alex that moving westward was the answer.
He leaned his head backward in the plane seat, not even caring that he was in one of the most uncomfortable seats of his life.
Gabe enjoyed himself the past few days. He didn’t really like humans. He tried. A lot. He used to call them uncivilized apes and after a few years of trying to teach their offspring how to create music—something sacred to Gabe—Alex was sure he wouldn’t last much longer on Earth. But something was keeping Gabe around all this time. He looked forward to new places often and barely complained.
Gabe enjoyed himself in Las Vegas. He watched humans
