I'm Sorry Everyone

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.