I haven't been able to write. I just haven't.
I Made it to Boston in time to work things out with the others.
Clyde and I made it into the ruins. If you want a description, go look at Ron's blog, okay?
We ran quickly. He knew the route. I did not. We made it to the cell where she was supposed to be. The others were making a mess of the outside. The Real world?
I don't even know, man. I'm out of my pay grade.
But we got to the...place...the cell?
Alone was there. With friends. Lots of friends. Told me to get out. That I wasn't ready yet. To run.
And I did.
I'm not the one they wanted. They let me go.
Morningstar. I want to meet with you. Let's do dinner. Tomorrow night. I'll take you out for seafood.
Everyone else. Talk, if you want. Tonight...I need to do some thinking.