Sonia Hidalgo’s homicide case caused me absolute affect. Then, Baby Hope’s slaughter improved my status with the 34th precinct detectives; it was my sad effect. Little Sandy, I was at the Newton Division when her location I detected. I’m coming, Adam Walsh!

My experiences humbled me. It was not my struggles: It was our battles; now I see. Side by side we sought the same things. I must be determined like you, soaring with your eagle’s wings. I’m coming, Adam Walsh!

I sniffed your parent’s blood types: John is blood type A and Reeve is type O. I smell. I smell. Confide in me, Adam because I will tell! Since Reeve had a negative RH factor, your blood type, Adam is -O. The creature that took you will have to reap what he sows. I’m coming Adam Walsh!

I’m following your trail. Society’s negative opinions of me will not make me derail; manipulating my clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience and psycho-chemistry. I’m coming Adam Walsh! I saw what happened! I saw what happen! I wrote his description with my black pen. There are so many to save. Yet, I will not give up my emotions; I will not wave. I’m coming Adam Walsh. My spiritual gifts are improving everyday. I never concentrate on the conclusion of my high fevers causing my death because more precious to me is each day.

I will follow your example. To the very end, you kept saying, “My name is Adam Walsh.” Your courage I desperately need to sample. Remembering your mother’s hands, holding your face smooching you side to side made you repeat, “My name is Adam Walsh.” Memories flood your mind with your father bending down to converse with you: That eye to eye contact gave you the fortitude to say, “My name is Adam Walsh.” Holding on to your family with all your might, their love brought you to the other side. If it is God’s will I can bring you home; so your family can say their good-byes.