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.
Oh what fun this shall be. E-Mail me the location would you?
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