In These Stones Horizons Sing

It would be great if, now and then, my life was normal. Just, you know. For a change of pace. But no, I have to try and check into a hotel room and end up in Wales. Which is hard to believe, since wild horses (or horsepower, for that matter) couldn't drag my brother onto a plane to get to Wales in the first place. Maybe if they were phantom horses, by why would phantom horses be on a plane? ... stop thinking, Sam.

Anyway... hi. I'm Sam Winchester. I hope the rain doesn't kill my laptop.