The Road Back

Okay. I'm staying at a motel outside Rockford. The winds hammered at my car, the spirits called out to me all while I was driving. I made the foolish mistake of leaving my window down. One of the spirits, the... Inhalants... tried to suck all the air out of the car. I rolled up the windshield and tried to run the bastard over. It dissipated into mist and reformed into a spirit, wandering in the fog. The fog is clear for now. Hopefully it'll stay that way until I find a way out of this. I have to find a way out of this.