Shawn: Take Two!!l
Michael stared for a few seconds. Then he simply turned around and headed towards his house, working his way up the hill through the low hanging smog, the smell of the burned-out shed still thick in the air.
Meanwhile, Feddler consumed what Shawn was saying. Shawn felt that Imp largely agreed with him. Then Shawn felt Feddler seize on the phrase 'try to remember' and that's when Shawn felt Feddler's anger well up. The Imp tried to control the anger, and managed to do so with surprising quickness. Instead of yelling, the Imp spoke in a firm voice, as it gained control over his emotions.
"Look." Feddler said. And intially it sounded like the phrase that someone would use to 'tell someone off' or 'give someone a piece of my mind' as Shawn's Mom was fond of saying.
But then Shawn felt the same feeling that one feels when they have a 'bright idea.' But instead of a bright idea, like a light bulb lighting in Shawn's head, Shawn felt a dim, 18th century lantern light up in his head. Then it became apparent that Feddler wasn't telling Shawn off, but actually wanted Shawn to 'Look.' To look inside of Shawn's own head, using the lantern that Feddler was holding to cast light on things.
"I need to see parts of you to 'remember' these things. To practice occult. This is what I am dealing with." Feddler explained.
It was a cramped room. Sure, there were rows of filing cabinets that showed some organization. The light moved across and Feddler walked down a narrow row that led into the darkness. After a few moments, Feddler stopped at a door. A large vault door with a strange wheel-lock, combination dial. The Imp raised his skinny, pink arm, long fingers and longer, sharper fingernails holding up the black lantern.
The flicking flames cast light on the vault door. There were letters that were engraved into the old, cast-iron metal. It read 'WHITE LIES.'
"This vault door is always here. I cannot pass. So these are areas that I cannot access in your mind. See how big the door is? How thick it is? That means that its contents are well guarded. It has now taken on its own form of reality."
Feddler approached the door and Shawn could see that there was a slot in the door. A small hole big enough to peer through. Feddler cast light on the hole. "Sometimes something will pass through there in the hall and I can catch a glimpse of it. That's when I can advise you of something. It's a small truth, wandering through the halls. Sometimes its a WHITE LIE itself. Either way, I try to deduce that and then research the memories. Then I use my Occult knowledge to advise us. To advise you."
Feddler turned the lantern away. The Imp moved through the cramped row of filing cabinets again and then abruptly stopped. The lantern swung around and then to the right. There was another, much larger vault door. A huge thing. It hadn't been there before. It was enormous and towering. It looked like the kind of vault buried deep in a secret government facility in the early 20th century. Gray thick bolts against the backdrop of thick, black-painted steel. "The location of this vault constantly moves. It can never be found in the same location. Obviously, I do not have access to it. I have drilled a hole into it. Sometimes to peer through it. To look into it. One time I saw something move inside. But every time the vault moves, the hole disappears. I cannot access this part of your mind either." Feddler raised the lantern, the dancing flame illuminated the large engraved letters 'LIES I TELL OTHERS'
"But there is one more door that I know exists. It prevents me from accessing the parts of you necessary to give you answers to the information you seek. It avoids me. It sees me coming and it changes its location according to my movements. I have never seen it. But my knowledge tells me that it exists. It is called 'LIES I TELL MYSELF.'