10:23 PM: Stuck in the primitive wilderness, with only my dog and mosquitoes for company. My Friend Peggy is also nearby, but her loyalty is dubious. My family members, certainly, can no longer be trusted. My grandfather, my grandmother, my brother, and even my own mother… Surely they conspired together to trap me here. There is no internet, and the only functioning television needs rabbit ears to get any kind of signal. The water has yet to be tested, but assume it is not fit to drink. Washing is safe. Game is plentiful, but there are no hookups available. Food is also freely available, but I glance nervously at the oversized oven from time to time. No one would buy such a thing simply for ornamentation.

        10:34 PM: A wild dog tried to breach the front door. I snuck as close as I dared and whispered that it should escape while it can, and it clearly misunderstood. Behind me, a seemingly benign voice called out and gently told it to shoo, calling it “Chester.” Then I was led back to the living room. I am glad someone managed to escape.

        5:45 AM: Light streams aggressively through the window near my makeshift bed. Without doubt a bad omen. My head aches, and I wonder about the water I used last night. I took the time to shave as an excuse to be alone, but perhaps the water is worse than I thought… At any rate, the mosquitoes and the dog are ever vigilant by my side.

        6:10 AM: My brother is complaining of an ear-infection, or some other such nonesense. Perhaps he drank some of the water as well. Yet this emergency could be to my advantage…

        6:25 AM: I escaped the vehicle and ran. I just ran. My legs collapsed as I reached a large, abandoned looking house. A large boat sits outside, proof that no one has been here since the beginning of the summer, else they would have taken it with them. The first door was unlocked, but the second had to be broken in. I managed to guess the code for the alarm on my second try.

        6:53 AM: I found an antique computer. Stained white CRT monitor matches aging mouse and keyboard. No USB ports, so my suite of portable tools is useless. I bring you this message at great danger to myself.

        7:19 AM: The show must go on. All efforts shall be made to adhere to the agreed upon course of action. Arrival may be slightly delayed as hitchhiking and bartering will be needed to traverse such a great distance. However, I have faith in our plan. It is glorious.