"I'm in a hotel room, pretty basic, windows are drawn but i can see some bright light though them. it's sunny here, so no but, I can hear people talking.... lotta families with kids. every now and then i think i can hear the ocean, but im not sure."
"i'm not quite sure, but every now and then I can hear a few words.
'computer' 'EMP' a lotta tencho-garble I don't understand, but i do they that if you guys don hurry, i'll... ya know... the whole 'never be seen again' bit. annoying, but i trust you guys!"
"i agree, that's a sturdy bet!" she said. "they're telling me to say goodbye" her voice crackled out. "there you know she's ok, and intact. next hin, you're getting closer, but not quite there. anything to say to me before the hint?"
... I don't know if anyone cares. Honestly every time I finish something I think I should be proud of. It's lack of acknowledgement makes me feel I should have a problem with something other than caffeine because of the sorrow that happens . It's written, it's been proofed. ... It's getting posted later tonight.