Ugh... that one. So, on New Years, I made a terrible mistake. And... afterwards, the next person I touched? I could read their thoughts. All of them about me.

And right afterwards I became insanely paranoid and fled them. It happened every time I touched omeone and, well... you know how affectionate I am. On top of that, I was still recovering from my fourth death, so I was sleepwalking to ghostly nightmares on that boat.

nearly fell off a few times.