It's been days that you've been on the road. Trying to find hope. An answer. Just something to mend the guilt in your heart. Your head. Your very soul. But you never suspected it to be eased with a text. You didn't recognize the number but they explained who the were, a different group of college kids going through the same thing. They knew about him—the Operator. And even if that meant driving to New Jersey. You needed to not feel so alone. You just couldn't handle it anymore.