Sunday, 22 July 2012

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It's been a while.

They found out what I was really after and they've lost their wigs. Bleakley is out there, a man who knows more about what's after us than anyone else I know of, and apparently they've decided that the best course of action is to sit around and glare at me.

Natalie is shivering in the bathroom last time I checked. Peter keeps going out on very long walks. I could run right now, but they have my medicine. So I sneak a go on the laptop to update you fine folks.

So the full story is that once those two had gone to sleep I'd been sneaking out through the window - which for some reason they didn't put up an alarm for - and went looking for Bleakley. Peter was right when he says you can spot a runner. The right scanning twitches can be enough. I spotted Nessa easy enough. So i'd been going out, looking into houses or checking out places that still had people around. No luck. And now I'm grounded because these two don't want to justify us being here but are too scared of going outside to leave. I have no idea what they think is going to happen if we just stay here. We're probably sitting ducks if we run, but we're definitely sitting ducks if we stay.

No-one's seen Him yet. Not yet. But someone is definitely looking in at us. Maybe - just maybe - it's not just me looking for Bleakley.


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