For a kid, he carries this huge bag. Military from the looks of it. For months, he would dive his arms inside and bring out an array of new object everyday. I tried peeking inside, but there's a force blocking me from doing so. It's the same force keeping me imprisoned here. Now that I'm inside his body, I can find out what this thing is.
I opened the bag and tipped it over. Antiquated relics and modern electronics spilled out. I touched and segregated every single one. I hoped that one of these things would make me sense something. A disturbance or a force.
And then I felt it. A slight tingle. The usual feeling toned down a hundred times. I turn it around and I saw it. Of course. It's a cross. The cemetery gratings are littered with the stuff. Am really that bad of a creature? No matter the answer, I don't care.
I stuffed Henry's stuff back in his bag. Not the same way as before but it looks pretty alright to me.