Frank approached me this morning, concerned about why he and Dorris hadn't heard from the people who had become them. Frank wanted to know if I could use the internet to find them. I told him I could try.
Little did I know how easy it would be to find them.
The articles I found online didn't provide many details. Just that the bodies were found washed-up on shore, and that the officials speculated that the couple had sailed out too far in the small boat they rented and capsized.
I couldn't tell if the new Frank & Dorris read the letters left for them, or why they hadn't contacted Frank and Dorris. I had no indication of when they were changed by the Inn, or how many days had elapsed from that point. There were just too many unanswered questions.
I know the news has to be bothering Frank - I, myself, am finding it difficult to sleep tonight. I'm kept awake by thoughts of now that Frank has lost his body permanently - what if it's too much for him and he wants to die... what if he commits suicide while he's got my body?
I don't think he'd do that - but... I mean, if you're faced with the loss of such an important part of yourself - and you know that you may have had some small part in "killing" another person - what would you do, what would you feel like. I can't put myself in his place, and I hope I never face the same fate. I can't imagine the guilt he must feel - even though none of it can really be blamed on him.
I just hope that all this does is delay my return to my life a bit, while he and Dorris figure out what they're going to do. I know that sounds crass and selfish, but it is my life, I don't want to be Kat forever... being a girl isn't all it's cracked-up to be.