A day later, I decided I couldn't keep this to myself. I had to tell someone-but I didn't want to scare anyone. I would tell Mabel, but she probably wouldn't believe it. Stan would say it was nothing. So...Ford it is. I thought, rushing down to the basement. "Hey, Uncle Ford? You in here?" Ford's head popped through the door that lead to the room. "Yes. What is it?" He came in, wiping his hands with a rag. I rubbed the back of my hand. "I, uh, have to tell you something." He sat down, and gestured to the extra chair beside him, so I sat and took a deep breath. "I ran into this stranger in the woods the yesterday, and-keep this in mind-he had an eyepatch. When I came back, I found something on the back of my hand." I showed him my hand, and his eyes went wide, then he snapped or something. "Isn't that-no, no time for questions! You need to isolate yourself in your room-" He gripped my shoulder, and was about to push me through the door, but something lit up brightly, and we covered our eyes. When I looked at my hand, I nearly went into a panic. "Ford-the-it-light-" I couldn't speak properly, but he knew what I was saying. "No, I know. My symbol is still glowing on your hand. Oh, gosh, how can we fix this?" "I-I don't think we can."