Shrouded in Mystery

It's Christmas Eve in Chicago and there is a slight chill in the air. A journey that began last Thursday is set to complete this evening, and it's strange how so many things always seem to converge on the same day.

I've been tracking everything over the internet, the times it reaches each destination, as the proximity grows closer and closer. I'm not sure about the end result, but at least I'll know that I helped a friend. If my words seem shrouded in mystery, then I apologize. Some things are better left unsaid.