Four Months

We're alive. It happens.

I should probably take this time to apologize to Tilde, since she helped rescue us, and as a thank you I outed her identity and put her in a compromising situation. Though if you want to hear about that I suggest you take it up with her. I'm not at liberty to say anything more about it.

So as you probably guessed, we were visited by a proxy a few weeks ago. A proxy named Redlight. I'm sure most of you already know who he is as he made quite a name for himself. If not just do the google thing or whatever, I don't fuckin know. A colleague of mine who has since died, named Georgia Summers, had a hand in some of the research into those end of the world vaccines that wound up getting both her and Redlight killed. When he came back, calling him a proxy might be using the term liberally. He was more like a black pussing tumor attached to the back of a head of one of Jaime's hoodlum friends. He sought us out presumably because he didn't know Georgia was dead, and was looking for a cure for his predicament. Before I could begin operating and figuring out how all of this was possible though, Morningstar interrupted me, and completely destroyed any remnant of the infection. I doubt this means Redlight is gone for good. After all it takes a lot to kill a cockroach.

Back to how and why we were missing for so long.

If you honestly think that no one in the world but the stalked are conscious of the disappearances and killings and the supernatural elements behind them, then you are sorely mistaken. There are multiple factions of government all over the world who know what's been going on and have been dealing with it in absolute secrecy, for reasons that by now should be obvious. Not all of these organizations have you're safety first and foremost in their agendas. The science and research ones in particular have interest in experimentation on runners. I promise you, not every disappeared blogger you've met was killed by the Slender Man.

A long, long, long time ago, this woman from an organization called LEGION sought me out to see if I would "donate" my research to her organization. When I refused we came to a head for a short time and it ended with us making a deal. I could continue to live my life in the dessert in exchange for not releasing LEGION information, and keeping certain aspects of my research completely confidential.

However, for reasons, that deal was broken a few months ago. Danny, Jaime, and I were taken into their custody. Me and Danny, with the help of Tilde and Beau are now safe. (Save your questions on Beau til later please.) I also managed to make it out with some confidential information, concerning friends of mine.

I don't know where Jaime is now, but I have good reason to believe he's dead. I don't know who uploaded all those documents, but I guess I have them to thank for getting out since they helped alert Beau and Tilde to the fact we were in deep shit.

It's good to be free, and outside again. Nothing's worse than being cooped up in a cell.

There's more shit to tell you, I know,

Just got nothing left right now.

i

hear 

the 

train 

a 

comin

its 

rolling

round

the

beNd
and 

i

aint 

seen 

the 

sunshine 

since 

i

dont 

know 

when

im 

stuck 

in 

folsom 

prison

and 

time 

keeps 

draggin

on
but 

that 

train 

keeps 

a 

rollin

on 

down 

to 

san 

antone

when 

I

was 

just 

a 

baby 

my 

mama 

told 

me 

son
always 

be 

a 

good 

boy 

dont 

ever 

play 

with 

Guns
but 

i 

shot 

a 

man 

in 

reno 

just 

to 

watch 

him 

die
when 

i 

hear 

that 

whistle 

blowing

i 

hang 

my 

head 

and 

cry

i 

bet 

theres 

rich 

folks 

Eating 

in 

a 

fancy 

dining 

car

theyre 

probably 

drinkin

coffee 

and 

smoking 

big 

cigars 

well 

i 

know 

i 

had 

it 

coming 

i 

know 

i 

cant 

be 

free
but 

those 

people 

keep 

a 

movin

and 

thats 

what 

tortures 

me
well 

if 

they 

freed 

me 

from 

this 

prison

if 

that 

railroad 

train 

was 

mine

i

bet 

id 

move 

it 

on 

a 

little 

farther 

down

the 

Line
far 

from 

folsom 

prison

thats 

where 

i 

want 

to 

stay
and 

id 

let 

that 

lonesome 

whistle 

blow 

my 

blues 

away

[DREAM]

L: Any dreams last night?

A: Yes.

L: Would you like to describe them for me?

A: 

L: Describe the dream.

A: I'm standing in a forest...and all around me things are running away. From something behind me.

L: What's behind you?

A: 

L: Right. How do you feel, about what's behind you.

A:

L: Are you frightened?

A: I don't feel anything. I don't want to run.

L: Why don't you want to run?

A: I just....don't.

L: What happens if you don't run?

A: I get killed.
L: Does that frighten you?

A: No.

L: Were there any familiar faces in this dream?

A: The blonde proxy.

L: The one who killed your friend?

A: He wasn't my friend.

L: What is she doing? 

A: Crying.

L: Why?

A: 

L: All right Anna I think that's enough for today. When I snap my fingers I want you to go back to sleep.
 
A: 

L: One, two three.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[Mommy]

(LILAC)