Well here I am. Meditation is not going so well so I will try journaling.
We are still trying to get the loose ends tied up.

Reg and Tommy are dead. I did my part. I used my sword to hold him down while Tony and Master Nakatomi exorcized JCIII. It is like a great weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

David seems coherent again since his breakdown. At least he had a worldview that allowed for shamanic madness. He now sees himself on that path since he has seen the Unknown and it has seen him. Learning about the Unknown is never fun but having a demon try to force itself into you before exploding is particularly traumatic.

I hope that Claire will improve. She is so fragile and has the Jasper and Amethyst to raise. I should keep closer to Audra and Phil if they want it. I do not want to be a bitter reminder to them.

He had been up at the family cabin eating people. There was a really horrible offal pit with hands and feet, bones and intestines and other not so tasty parts. He set up trees to smash all three cars. I am just glad that he did not kill any of us. He timed it so that Karen’s Sphere was down for a half second so he could crush Justin’s ankle.

I have known for a while that I have been hung up about romantic relationships. After the unbalanced nature of my marriage with Joen and then what happened with him I was pretty scarred. And scared of what could happen to any man I cared for. The situation with Reg had its moments of me feeling like a spiritual Typhoid Mary. The wendigo taking over me after I first kissed him, the soccer mom with a baseball bat directly after we had sex, Reg and Ramon disappearing(and the plane crash and the cannibalism and the deserted island) after we had sex. I should have not waited until almost midnight to have sex with him. But it was not my fault. It is not all about me and my romantic notions. I know it but it did not sink in until I saw Reg die. It was not my fault. I know he cared and cares about me. I know that God does love us and want us to be happy. I know that the war does not end but we can take some time to stay sane.

Maybe….. I should consider dating a non envoy. I mean Tony and David are cute enough but Tony is still a little weird about me. I am half afraid that he wants to marry me and have kids even knowing that I am barren. So I still think nothing physical/sexual to happen with him until and unless he gets over me. David finally realized that the Unknown is out there and it does not like us. So he is a possibility but I do not want to be pushy while he is in a delicate mental state. It would not do to harm a teammate even if it seemed like fun at the time. I had been mourning Reg since we found out about Tommy. I knew that one day he would escape and kill someone. And it was my responsibility because I saved his life after he slashed Weeping Sparrow.Now it feels like we both can rest as we should.

It has been a lonely time. Angie and Aiden are great friends but I have not wanted to impose on them. Karen and I seem to have some serious differences in perspective even though we get along. I want her and Justin to have more hope of a life and family than I have. The same feeling is part of my relationship with the rest of the team. Frank understands that we are in a fight to the death that we are not going to win or give up. But Frank does not have faith in a benevolent God. Reg and I got on very nicely but he was quite busy with his own projects and partners.

So I think I shall be open to dating capable non SAVE people. After I have a session with Frank I think. Heh…. At one point I thought about asking Frank out but Terry seemed interested and I am not going to fight over a man who does not want me. Now I am checking with him before going out with anyone. Well in any case I have an appointment with him today.

.......

Dripping
I hear dripping water
I smell pine and forest, old woodsmoke and big water
I am laying down, eyes too heavy to open
I can not move my legs or arms so heavy... I am drugged
I notice that I cannot feel my left leg. I still cannot move.
I strain my right hand to open, feel the sandy loam under it.
Oh good, my leg is there.
I hear someone moving, dry wood snaps,
scratch, sulpher match flares
I breathe even and slow, hiding my awareness
I have to find out what is wrong with my left leg
Slowly I strain and force my left hand to open,fingers straining down my canvas shorts. There is flesh underneath.
WHY an I not relieved that I have both legs?
I feel the presence of him moving over to me, hear his steps
Reg and the OTHERS riding him
Something drips onto my cheek, runs down to my neck
Just water please be just water God just water not blood or worse
He kneels by my right side
Hello Sweetheart
Reg's voice but not Reg, this one never was Reg
I shudder in my soul and my heart, I knew I would die in this war but his loss is worse than his death that I cannot even give
He caresses my thigh softly and I know terror,
helpless as the hands that once caressed me with care are careful but uncaring
He ties something tightly around my thigh
Tourniquet I struggle to say Toughnaakeath
the knowledge of what comes next blooming darkly in my mind inexplicable
Panic
I HAVE TO SEE! I MUST KNOW HOW I END
The fear burns through the heaviness just enough
I drag open my eyes and see
Trees above me,mostly pine >Not European< I see a maple at the edge of my field of vision
There is a large limestone rock sticking out of the sandy soil above me and to my left,
Closer is a firepit burning
Just past my extended fingertips I see the thick cord tied tightly
Beyond my leg is gone
On my right leg is the same cord tied just as tightly
Above all else I see Reg(oh how I have mourned you) kneeling at my right
He holds a great meat cleaver in his hands
And he is watching me
O God, Oh God he has already eaten part of me and he is hungry
I like it fresh
I MUST STOP HIM i can not
I HAVE TO GET AWAY

Black rain falls up from the land to the sky, darkening the blue heavens to dull gray and turning the bright sun into a washed out white. The white sun illuminates in only shades of black and white the horror below on the land from whence the black rain falls.

The fingers of black hold the scene in place. Black fingers of rain, holding the people in a mockery of a still-life portrait. Still-life, the very essence of the rain… the black fingers clasping the living into poses of horror and twisting them to a frozen picture of a macabre dance. Death – holding life. Taunting. It will conquer all that is life, bright, or joyous. Whispering that there is more beyond the veil of death than what the living might suspect.

There, hidden by the veil, reveling in the black rain, that is where they dwell. Part of nature. Enemy of nature. Enemy of life. Enemy of sanity.

A steep ascent on a rain wetted hill all for a glimpse of what the veil hides. The sight is beyond the horrors of man. The sight reveals the war with the very sanity that is man’s world. Those beyond want us to know that there are horrors beyond. Lurking. Waiting. Anticipating the misstep that leads us to fall through the veil and be the soft delicious white broken bone they may suck the marrow from and thus savor the last remaining bits or our sanity and humanity.

The rain slickens the hill and I fall slip and tumble to the lands of man’s sanity. And yet, now I am not sane. I have seen what is beyond, and recognize the vitriol that it holds for man. It has looked at me and seen … what? I saw malice. But that might be because I am of the quick and it is from beyond the shroud of life. My essence recognized the horror of its being. That recognition will not allow me all the way back to the world of the modern man. The world of sanity and science is no longer my home.

I now truly know that my father should have been careful what he wished for. Sometimes even the prayers of non-believers are answered. Sometimes even those who do not wish it find belief.

The black rain still falls up for the land. The sky is still dark with its inky touch. With the sun still dulled to grays, I wonder where the colors have gone. I see the small bird crying. It sits on a branch over a path into the dark woods. Down the path, I see the masked one glance back at me and then scurry ahead. I step into myself and onto the path, and begin.

It was supposed to be a relaxing get away. No troubles, no commitments, no outside issues to confuse things. Terry and I would have a chance to get to know each other, and relax from the chaos that is our normal lives. Cancun in the winter is still a heck of a lot warmer than Detroit. Of course, that would have required the chaos to decide it wanted to play along.

First, Leigh’s apartment picked up a supernatural visitor. An odd little thing that really didn’t like light and seemed to be a rat-man-ghost. Not the most pleasant of house guests. Well, we did all get this bounty on some terrorists, and it wouldn’t be safe for Leigh to have to deal with the thing while we were gone (Justin and Karen have been talking about getting away after Christmas, and Aiden and Angie are heading off somewhere, too), so I picked up and extra ticket for Leigh.

Then we went to dinner with Karen’s soon to be demon, er, father, and it turns out that dear sweet Edward is sending them to Cancun, too. Then we get to the airport, and discover that Aiden and Angie are intending to head to Cancun as well. Almost as if the Elder Evil things out there were conspiring against us, which they were.

We arrived in Cancun, and the first couple of days were actually nice, other than the Mayan god that flew over head. Terry and I were having fun teaching the kiddies on the jet skis how to do chase and pursuit in the whole bumper tag on the high seas. We were also having a grand time playing our own version of “what’s my line” with the tourists, picking out what their lives were like when they weren’t on vacation.

We had some fun with Justin and Karen, although they did not seem to think it was nearly as humorous as the rest of us. The “peek-a-boo bouquet” took on a whole new meaning with the camera hidden in it (not recording, that would be wrong), but for some reason, Justin and Karen didn’t find it funny. Of course, the joke is never as funny when you have to explain it, and we actually had to send them a note for them to find the camera. Boom-boom seems to have decided sending listening devices in other flowers would be fun, too. Justin and Karen were quite paranoid by the time they got to Mexico.

Of course, Angie doesn’t take a joke as well as she gives one. She seemed miffed when I gave her a little observation/reflex test with a mock bomb on her door in the ultra cheap hotel she and Aiden were staying in. She showed up at my room full of bad intentions. I explained to her that we were now even for her attempting to play matchmaker between Terry and myself on the Wendigo adventure. It turns out the big thing she was upset about was bruising Aiden so badly because he was walking into what she thought was a bomb. We agreed that if I bought them dinner, we’d be even. I didn’t see the need to continue the practical jokes any further, and decided to let her relax and enjoy the rest of the vacation.

Then the damn Mayan Bat god decided he needed to fly off with Terry. Fucking Elder Beasties. Apparently, he can make things silent, since it looked like Terry put up a fight, and I didn’t hear anything in the next room. Why is it the bad guys get all the fun powers? Needless to say here the vacation turns into a rescue mission. This is the short version, because the long version just pisses me off.

We find the local bat-demon-god experts, and discover they just made this great find, and pulled the mahogany stake out of super bat demon, setting him loose upon the population. Of course, being archeologists, they don’t realize that there was a damn good reason the Mayans sealed up the temple and put the stake right where it was. “They were a primitive culture, and obviously couldn’t have had a good reason to seal away a temple and leave it all alone in the middle of a jungle.” Modern archeologist = unwitting minion of Evil. This is important to know. Unfortunately, they also tend to gather the useful tidbits that are helpful in putting big ugly creatures in the ground (more on that later) so we can’t just shoot them all.

Anyhow, I ‘reacquire’ the stake so we can shove it back into uber-bat demon, and we head off into the jungle to see if we can keep Terry from becoming tasty blood snack #3,458,156 for the bat-vampire thing, we get to the dig site, we find the dead archeologist (come on, you saw it coming – you freed me from being trapped and loosed me on an unsuspecting population, even though I should reward you, I am an evil piece of shit and hungry, so now you get to be tasty blood snack #3,458,156).

Now we know where the temple is and have to go on a bug hunt to find the darn bat-beast. We wander, we kill spiders, we wander we find a temple, suddenly I can’t move. Okay, this could be a problem. As super bat demon drops from the roof looking to make me blood snack #3,458,157, Leigh reminds me why it is good to have her along and brings up a mental shield. Everyone opens fire on the bat of doom, and since I am suddenly able to move I make a mad grab for the stake and pretend to be a pikeman in an ancient army. Fortunately, the uber bat was blind as a bat and impaled itself on the stake.

Terry, it turns out was not intended to be a snack, but instead the bride of Batula. Why is it that demons have the same taste in women I do? I could spend hours analyzing that question, or why it even popped into my brain. In any case, to make sure no more archeologist try to de-stake the bat demon, we have concreted it into a piano case in the jungle. So it will probably be 200 years from now that the next archeologist will decide they just have to know why someone buried the block of cement in the middle of the jungle and that they just have to see what kind of time vault it is and bust it open. Did I mention that archeologists are minions of evil?

Terry is holding up pretty well, considering the fact that this is the second time that a flying creature of the unknown has decided to carry her off. We spent the rest of the vacation very drunk, and holding each other to make sure neither one of us disappeared in the night. Assuming our heads don’t explode, I think things might work out between the two of us.

(Handwritten notes in Danish)
-Call Dee!!! I can hardly believe how selfish on myself I have become. ’I ought therefore I can.’ Have I given up on Kant? I need to have someone who has been through this level of insanity’s perspective. Fr. Colin is a good guy and has fought the bad things but he is outside SAVE.-

-I should write down what happened now. Not later.
Karen called at 03:00. Stephen (the ghost of Reg’s partner) had contacted her and was certain that Reg would be killed by/at 24:00 if we did not destroy “the computer”. For all that Stephen is a ghost Weeping Sparrow said he was not evil just too tied to Reg to pass on. He was trying so hard to save Reg’s life we (Karen, Justin, Tony, Angie and I) all believed him. The computer that Reg and he had worked on would be the death of Reg unless we destroyed it. Reg explained that he and Stephen had met online 15 years ago in chatrooms about death cults. They had become friends, partners and lovers and continued researching death cults. Reg was really curious about how people could do that. They had written some kind of super search program algorithm. Three years ago Stephen was working on the computer when there was some thing killed him. He was electrocuted through his eyes and the computer had two matching burned out holes in it. We might already be too late to save Reg. I wondered if we were being led but was not willing to risk Reg’s or any of our lives on it. So we went to Reg’s workplace and got the computer, monitor etc and took them to a quiet area to blow them up. Tony put it in an abandoned car body to contain the explosion. –

-The explosion of the computer….. It detonated the way Tony wanted it to and Angie was very happy. Then something came out of it. It was like something from an anime film. Electric and vaguely humanoid. It came at Reg so fast none of us could act it time. Then we saw that It was stopped by Stephen and he stated to glow like metal in a forge. He started screaming though we could not hear it as he glowed brighter and brighter. Stephen burst apart like an exploding light bulb. Reg collapsed in tears and I held him. The Thing rose into the sky and said “It is not over”. Sheep sucking, dung eating, fornicating with machines living nightmare creature can kill a man twice and not say anything that was not clichéd a thousand years ago.-

-Frank was able to show up about 09:00. He was not happy about what had happened and what we had done. He wanted research and pointed out that even if Stephen was a good guy that the Thing that had killed him may have been able to control him or feed him information. I felt that we had done what we thought was right but had probably been led by the nose. The Thing was free now. We apparently did what it had wanted. Karen and Justin were sure that there had been nothing else we could have possibly done.-

- So we spent all day trying to recreate 15 years of research. Fr Colin gave us a copy of the information Reg had given him. The files were totally corrupted. Hopefully the Vatican made hard copies of the information that he had forwarded. Fr. Colin had meetings with the archbishop so was not available to help.
Reg has also been looking into the man Karen’s mother has attached to. Every time Karen speaks to her she says. ”Edward is the most kind, caring, generous man I have ever met.” Edward Harrington is a life coach and financial advisor. There was absolutely nothing negative to be found about him online and most of the websites in which he was mentioned said the same thing as Karen’s mom. It was really creepy. We were searching the FBI database and they did not have anything negative on him either. We had tried to figure out why the Thing had decided to act now after being quiet for the last three years and thought it might be the other research that Reg was doing now. We did find out that (name) had changed his name when he was twelve and had been orphaned at eleven. His parents had been part of a death cult in rural Texas. While we were getting this information we also found a pattern of sorts in the death cults. They were all successful (at killing the members) and the number of members was based on three, seven and sometimes thirteen. How frequent they were was also based on the same numbers. There seemed to be no focus on four and five so we are looking at not Indian and probably not East Asian inspired cults. Western European yes. The first cult in the pattern was in 1944 the year Harrington (Darren Holmwood) was born. Most of the places Harrington lectures are were there had been death cults. He does not sell recordings of his lectures which is apparently highly unusual. –

-So Harrington seems really creepy and connected to death cults. Yipee, we found a clue. Thankfully Reg had been able to remember enough of the program for us to reconstruct this much.-

- We were all at Reg’s house. Reg, Frank, Karen, Justin, Aiden and Angie. It was 23:30 and I decided to say goodbye to Reg in case one of us did not survive. I told him I wanted to speak with him. We stood up and several people pulled guns. Frank had his hand on his taser. Frank truly is willing to shoot to kill anything that he draws his gun on. Scary but at least I knew he was not willing to shoot me at that moment. Everyone else I was not sure on. I carefully put my pistol on the table. And we walked into the closest room with a door (my bedroom). I asked for a few minutes of privacy.-

-Since the Wendigo was killed I have had nightmares of eating human flesh. Sometimes I dream of killing butchering and cooking people, sometimes just the taste, sometimes Karen is eating it and I am begging for a taste. Less often I still dream about Joen . I spoke to Fr. Colin because I have yet to find a Lutheran parson I could talk to about the Unknown. He believes that it was not a sin to eat human flesh when we did not know what we were doing. He agreed that it did make us more susceptible to being controlled. He suggested that I refrain from eating meat while the dreams were still frequent. I have not eaten meat or poultry since the Wendigo. Sometimes I miss a liver sausage sandwich but that is not worth eating.
I have tried to help keep the group in contact. Karen was guilt ridden about the whole thing. Justin is wrapped up around Karen and busy with work. Tony, Aiden and Angie seem generally OK. Lt. Worth is staying out of the Unknown so she can do her job. Frank seems even less trusting than before.
Reg is staying busy with work and seeing Audra and me romantically. I had moved out of Reg’s house and into Karen’s condo when Karen and Justin moved into their new home. I have been having dinner with Reg once or twice a week. We sometimes go out dancing but often stay home and introduce each other to movies we like. We have candoodled but I have not kissed him. (I am afraid of night mares of eating Reg). And we had not had sex. Reg acts the part of a gentleman while being cheerfully omnisexual. I really like him. He still has not let Stephen go. Using Weeping Sparrow as a translator I had spoken to Stephen and asked what was holding him here and if he would be upset if I got involved with Reg. Reg was holding him here and I was acceptable. I wanted to help know that you could love someone and let them go. As I have been letting Joen go. Reg had been less spooked by mid October. And I had hopes for us both. Not getting married but as a loose but happy couple.-

- So I told Reg that I was happy to have known him and wanted to give him a kiss in case either of us did not make it through the night. And we kissed. WOW! Reg knows what he is doing. Justin and Angie were heckling us from the hall. Reg shut the door and I got stupid. I know that I was thinking that Reg would be safer away from the computers at midnight. But neither of us was armed and we were separated from the rest of the group.I was thinking with my nethers and not my head. I got selfish to a degree that I have never been. I had mindblowingly great sex with Reg when I was afraid that we would be attacked in half an hour. I thought I was a good idea to get him away from electronics (then why had I not said to go elsewhere all day) and after the kiss I thought they can go jump I want to have my fun. Reg asked what I wanted to do and we had quick negotiations about what we wanted to do. Safe sex was agreed upon. Beyond that the conversation was confidential.-

- So we were trying to catch our minds and everything electric showers sparks all over. Then it is dark. Reg says ‘Did everything go dark for you to?’ He sits up and the windows all shatter in at us. A ‘soccer mom’ with a baseball bat hits Reg in the head so hard he falls off the bed and into the wall. It is dark but I see a big Hispanic man with a sledgehammer, a little old lady wielding her knitting needles and two others. Their faces are all blank. No one is home; can I really attack these people? I can the one that may have killed Reg. Frank throws in a flash grenade. The zombie people do not fall down even though I feel like it and I was trying to cover my head. The woman with the bat comes at me where I am crouched over Reg and I disarm her and send her into the mirrored wall and hear it and her break. I hope I did not kill her .Part of the back of my head was screaming HAAKAA PAALLE (hack them down; the Finn battlecry). Frank shot the big man with a sledgehammer he drew the others after him and toward the living room where there was screaming and gunfire. I was left with the old woman. I could not free her mind with a mental shield unless she was a SAVE envoy. I was trying to disarm her without doing too much damage. She tried to stab me and tripped and impaled herself. Then I did what I could for Reg. I thought his neck was unbroken but his skull has a significant soft spot. I started making a body board out of the bookcase. I could not leave him and the others were still in combat. My selfishness and lust had caused the severe head injury of one of my teammates and kept me from being able to aid the rest. Tony was outside fighting his was in and carefully shooting people in the legs to try not to kill them. Karen was able to create a sphere of protection and the people fell down. Maybe if I was in the room I could have given Karen cover so she could create the Sphere sooner. Maybe people died that did not have to. Frank started using zipties to restrain people. Everyone else helped. We got Reg wrapped in a sheet and taped to the bodyboard. Angie had gotten a concussion so she went to Reciving hospital with us. Justin drove and I kept an eye on Reg and Angie. Aiden had gotten stabbed. Frank, Karen and Tony stayed at the Reg’s house to try to patch people together and deal with the police when they arrived. We saw the lights when we left the subdivision. Now we are at the hospital and they say Aiden lucky to not have the knife in his kidney. Reg is stable but they will not tell me anything else. –

- Oh my. Justin filled me in on how the fight went in the main room. He almost killed one of his second cousins. Justin told Karen Balls. Poor Karen. She is so uncomfortable in combat.-

- Apart from the obvious; not splitting up the team and disarming myself, what else should I change? Being unarmed made the ethical questions easier but was still thoughtless. -

Dear God, all knowing and full of grace please hear my plea. I pray not for myself but for Angie and Karen. Angie was very badly hurt. Frank said that she will be OK. I am afraid that the Wendigo will get to Karen. She was tainted by eating human flesh as I was. I have not been able to stop myself. I was pulled by the Wendigo. I should have found a priest to bless me. I had to get away. I had to leave unnoticed. Aiden and Reg put tracking tags into my and Karen's back. Reg and I were handcuffed together. When there had been a false alarm with one of the students I thought I could get away. I beat Reg unconscious. Please forgive me. Justin and Karen came in and tried to stop me. I did not want to hurt any of them so I did not hurt Justin or Karen and I dislocated my wrist instead of Reg’s. I went through the window and there was Angie and Frank. They were chatting about weather to let me go as a stalking horse or reel me in. Then Frank tasered me as I was getting up.

When I awoke my thumb had been relocated and bandaged. Everyone was standing around the bet looking at me. I told them that they should shoot Karen in the leg to stop her from wandering away. Frank did not think that it was necessary. They said I was free to go. Reg came over and kissed my forehead. I went to the bathroom and looked at my back. The window glass had cut it up. I could find the three spots where they had implanted the tracking devices. I thought about it and I did not have to cut them out unless I was ordered to. So I wandered out of the motel and drove off in the direction that I felt pulled in. I was not sure but thought I saw someone following me. After a while the direction I needed to go did not match any road or railroad so I parked and started off into the woods. I did the things that I could to break up my trails. I saw or heard Angie several times. There was someone on a motorbike that I hope gets away. I was not in it but I heard lots of wind and then Angie screamed. I thought that she must be dead. I was so pissed!! If she had not been following me so closely she would be alright. I stopped trying to be stealthy. I could not yell but I did not have to keep sneaking. I saw a cave entrance. That was where I was supposed to go. I could see Andrew’s body all over the cave we found him in. I hesitated at the entrance but had to go down. There were pictographs that were much easier to decipher. Unfortunately. BIG manthing eats lots of little manthings. Again and again. There was the smell of old blood all over. I had to wait there.

Frank found me. He asked if I could leave. I had to wait. He wandered up then back down. He asked me what the pictographs were saying. Then Aiden injected me with something and I fell asleep.

Dear Dee,
I am thinking this letter not actually writing it because I do not want to wake Reg. Andrew, poor Andrew. Poor Carmen.

One of Karen's students was a rather mopey young man who liked to wander. He had been an acceptable worker but socially distant. He had done the cooking as his preferred camp job. He felt touched by the unknown but not covered in it. He would not open up. When the rest of the team got here Saturday Reg brought lots of shiny new camping and cooking stuff. Being Reg he outshone Andrew and Andrew wandered off instead of helping after he cut his finger. Dinner was lovely and in the evening I recited the Grendel section on the Saga of Beowulf in honor of Tony. Not that I told him that it was in honor of him. People wandered to their respective tents.

I was woken at around three when Frank and the others heard a scream. Their were 5 students missing from camp. Two couples and Andrew were gone. We found the couples and sent them back to their tents. Frank had seen Andrew take a canoe out to the island in the lake (Lake Kawakawa) and the canoe was still missing. So we went out there. There was a cave. Frank and Aiden were the first down. It was …. It was almost more than I could stand. There were pictograms on the walls that had been done again and again in charcoal. There were strange grey footprints in or maybe on the limestone floor of the cave. Andrew’s remains were strewn around the cave like a shredded stuffed toy. There was a large rock that looked vaguely like an altar. There was new blood and old? blood? and very old ?blood? . I felt the blood drain from my face as I took pictures and studied the pictograms. They were like but unlike others I have seen. Aiden told us that the body-Andrew- had literally been torn apart. By something that had human shaped hands. Andrew’s heart was missing. Karen and I found several sticks that had been charred to draw the pictograms. I could not identify the type of wood until Karen and I both realized that they were not wood. They were arm bones ulna. Some new some were old and yellowed. The moccasin prints (which were large but human sized) faded to nothing. Outside of the cave they were pitch black. The prints only showed up on the ground itself under any organic material that happened to be on top of it. Karen and I got back to camp before the state troopers arrived.

Sunday went tensely as the officers interviewed people separately. Frank and the female officer took the remains you could not call it a body to a morgue where Frank could use computers to look at government files. Reg cooked breakfast and several students mentioned that it was better that anything that Andrew had prepared. Carmen threw hers away and stalked off. I followed her. She knew that something BAD had happened to Andrew and felt guilty and had had a nightmare. I told her some dreams are truer than others and some were just terrible dreams. Like the ones where my dead husband was chasing me. The day was otherwise relatively uneventful. In the evening a creepy ground fog rose to knee-high. At the campfire Karen stood and told everyone that she knew that everyone felt bad. She knew people were asking themselves if they being nicer to Andrew might have made a difference. She said that it was not our fault the rest of us would be safe we just needed to stay around camp. Someone asked if we (non students) could keep them safe. Karen said that we were trained, armed and not going to let ANYTHING harm them. Immediately there was a cold gust of wind that blew over us all. I could feel the unknown in it without trying. We were not welcome here. Just after this Frank and officer Enright got into camp. Frank had found several disappearances in the last month. They were all campers or hunters from other places so their missing person’s reports were not forwarded to the police here.

That night we set up watches. I had a dream about Joen chasing me through bogs some looked and smelled like ones at Home (Is it still home when I do not live there and have no plans to return there? Should I look into getting American citizenship? I am a Dane should I become an American? I have an American bounty hunters license and a license to carry a concealed firearm. I never imagined having such things. I never imagined needing a gun or advanced martial arts training. I sent the university a letter saying that I will not be back immediately after my sabbatical is over. Tenure is good for security but now I owe the university for their faith in me. But now that I am in SAVE I have a greater duty. My team is here and I will not abandon them. I need to make a lot of important decisions soon. ) some looked and smelled like ones around here.

When Karen woke up for her watch she did a head count and Carmen was gone. She had gotten dressed and taken her canteen but not her cell phone. Justin was able to track her to the gravel path. Justin really is an amazing tracker. I am no hunter but know the level of skill it takes to interpret tracks that are that vague. We called the police immediately so bloodhounds could get there early. Justin, Reg, Aiden, Frank and Karen walked either side of the trail and could not see signs of Carmen leaving it before the road. At camp we continued watches and nothing else happened in the night.

In the morning the bloodhounds were unwilling to get out of the truck they came in so all the locals were called in to do a line search. The fog stayed until late afternoon. We sent the students to a motel to hopefully keep them out of harms way. In the afternoon I found a body by stepping on its head. It stuck to my boot and I could see that the crunch had been the palate breaking to accommodate my foot. It was in wet ground and smelled like aged elk. I plucked some hair and wiped the mud off so I could confirm that the hair was a different color than Carmen’s. Aiden and officer Theovault got it off my foot. We radioed back to camp for Frank to bring collection bags. Poor Theovault was green and seemed relived that Frank, Aiden and I were willing to collect the body parts. Having stepped on his body and broken his face I wanted to do what little I could for this mans remains. The man had been butchered. I have seen the old farms were they butcher their own pork. This mans flanks and legs had been carved. Now I need to decide if I replace my boots now or after we are done searching. If I let my disgust overwhelms me is that giving in to the fear of the Unknown. Also this would be an uncomfortable time to break in a new pair of boots. The only cannibalism stories that I could think of were Wendigo which I think is a northwest story. I told Karen my idea which she already had. She is going to the local reservation to see if she can find out anything useful. While Frank was with us Reg who was alone at the campsite noticed that the animals had gotten silent. He called to let us know something was up. We left the body in a canoe and headed back to camp. Reg had been trying to use the radio and everything was silent. He started singing Broadway songs to see if he could hear himself. He may have managed to disturb the thing as all of the sudden we could hear him belting out ‘For Porn’. We found the black tracks and Justin followed them to the lake. Once again they disappeared at the water. I climbed a tree to see if there was any motion on the island or across the lake. I did not see anything other than Justin and Angie.

Karen is at the reservation. She called Justin to let him know that she had a story any will be back at camp about noon. I saw Frank and Theresa having a drink and talking quietly. If she does not pry the truth about the unknown out of Frank soon I will be surprised. They look like cop buddies. We are in a motel with a poor stuffed moose out front. It is a fake moose with real antlers. I hope this does not count as Hothgar’s horned hall. Aiden is planning on reading as much as Angie will let him.

I took the same room as Reg. I have wanted to talk to him. To be honest I have wanted to sleep with him but knew that he is seeing at least one person whose gender I did not know. So I talked to him. I asked him what his relationships looked like. If he had room for someone else on his dance card. He is dating someone in New York, Detroit, San Francisco and Germany. None are exclusive relationships and he was interested in dating but not in settling down. I told him that I had had my Mr. Right and was not looking for another great love just companionship and maybe adult entertainment. I told him my concerns about bondage and SAVE members. He thinks that normal safeguards are probably enough. I am more cautious. So neither of is planning on having sex right now but sleeping next to each other sounded like a big comfort. So he is curled up around me. It feels strange to be close to someone. It feels nice to start to relax. I am thinking about kissing him in the morning. Maybe I will not dream about Joen tonight.I hope it is not that poor man on my foot. I do not want to see that again. I am not as scared of what I will see tonight. Warm and safe feeling.

Sweet Dreams. God Bless you and Ailster.

Dear Dee,

Hello again. We spoke this morning. You already know that Justin and Karen are now married. The big zombie is now goo. Even with several of Justin’s man catchers on it knocking the zombie down and keeping it down so we could tie it up was really hard work. Angie and Aiden had very close calls. Fr. Andrew is now dead. We believe he asked for a miracle to save Aiden.

I wanted to tell you about how I have been feeling and what I have been thinking. You are the only person I am actually close to. I like my fellow save members and trust them but am not close to any of them. I really like Karen but she has been so busy that I have not had a chance to get close to her. Although Justin and Tony/Beowulf are both brave and intelligent we seem to have only SAVE in common. Frank has a lot of depth to him and is intriguing but he keeps himself apart and behind at least one mast all the time. Reg is pleasant. He has been busy with his work but I have not spent that much time talking with him.

I had been feeling conflicted. Part of me wants to go through life without looking at another man but that is just not possible. Not having sex again is possible but not looking is not. As much as I still love Joen I know that my life is not over. I was never unfaithful to him (things that he initiated do not count). Not while we were married. Not while we dated. I did not tell him that I broke up with the other two men I was seeing after our first date. He had not asked me to and I did not ask him to be monogamous until we were dating six months. I have been thinking about what happened. I wanted to look the experience in the proverbial eye so I can move on.
I felt that my life was over when I found out that he had been giving presents to someone else. I was afraid that he had gotten bored with me. I could not see myself without him. Us being together was the center of my life. I could cope when my parents died in that car crash. I could not see myself teaching without the ring on my finger. I could not see myself as just myself. He got sicker and sicker I told the hospital to check both of us for STDs. Nothing. He ignored me. It was as if he could not see me. Sometimes he asked the nurses to bring me so I could join him and his love. He finally saw me. He told me to come with him away from the machines. Then he collapsed and I heard him call to It. Begging the Lorelei to come back. Give him just one more kiss, one more caress. He slipped into a coma with a smile on his face and died two days later. He had donated his body to science. So he went to the medical students not a graveyard. Had I been thinking strait I would have made sure. I was in deep morning. I called in favors and had Mejia take over my intro class, Albrecht take over the others and farmed out my graduate students. I got a twelve-month sabbatical. Three weeks after Joen died I started seeing him in the mirror behind me. He was telling me to come to him. To kiss him. To meet this girl who would look great next to me. I was sure that I had lost my mind. I started throwing our wedding plates at mirrors. I told my parish pastor. She took me to her house on church grounds. I started seeing Joen in my dreams but not while I was awake. The following week you showed up. You were all energy and confidence and strength. I felt that I had none left. I thought I would fall at the end when he materialized at the end. He said he wanted to spend all time with me. I heard him singing Angel to me. (Angel come to me to me come to me
Angel belong to me to me belong to me
Angel you have wings to fly fly to me
Angel do you doubt no need to have doubt
Angel feel my love my love for you feel my love for you
Angel carry me to you to your home to paradise
Angel I would lie for you for you just for you with my yearning heart
And angel I would die for you for you just for you with my burning heart
Angel don't feel liable for me and my pain don't feel liable
Cause angels must be free high up from this world in eternity
Angel I could clip your wings to catch all your love to calm your pain
But angel this would be so wrong you would bleed to death immediately
So angel come to me heal my glaring pain voluntarily
I love you) He had a chamber quartet play it while he sang on our all of our anniversaries.
Yes looking back on it our relationship was in bad shape before the Unknown got sight of Joen. I have been working on my mental stability. You were right that I cannot fight the Unknown when I am broken. So I have been working on myself. I really like Aikido. It helps me focus on my own power and self-control. Prayer and music are both wonderful healers. I have found the strength of my faith. I have found the use of my skills and knowledge. I have found people that need my help sometimes. I have found myself in the new world. I think it is time to live again. I think I am about ready to come out of morning. I am not ready to get married or anything. I think I will take some classes. I had thought about teaching some but want my time to be freer when SAVE stuff comes up. I am the only one without a full time vocation with the possible exception of Angie. I think it is a good idea for one of us to be able to do research or errands much of the time.

Aiden almost killed himself to save Angie’s life. Father Andrew gave his life so that Aiden could live and carry on the fight. They both were willing to give their lives for another. Aiden is feeling really guilty right now but it was Fr. Andrews choice which happened to be the choice Aiden had made not twelve hours earlier. We all have our lives to live. I am thinking about dating but it seems unethical to date someone who is not already aware of the Unknown, which makes the pool much smaller. Reg, Frank and Tony are available. Frank likes his distance. Tony is really not my type. Reg seems to be. He appears to be bisexual but since I am not planning on getting serious yet it should not matter. I am glad I sent for more of my clothes from storage. I have a jacket that is perfect for electronica/industrial clubbing. Now if I could just find a Lutheran priest who I can give a complete confession to. I do not like having to say “and all other sins I have committed” when I want to come clean on what I know I did before I say “and all other sins I have committed”. I know God knows about it already but having a religious confidant would be wonderful.

I am planning on accompany Karen back up to the dig in the UP. It seems prudent when we are digging up dead peoples stuff. Reg has volunteered to fly Justin up on weekends occasionally. I hope it goes well. I am planning on asking Reg out between funerals. The deaths are reminding me to focus on life.

I am starting to ramble so it must be time to bring this letter to a close. I will write again soon.
As always you have my fondest wishes.

Sincerely,
Leigh Sorensen

Dear Dee,

I hope that you and Alister are well. You are both in my thoughts and prayers. We have had a busy two weeks. Karen and Justin’s wedding is tomorrow.

Karen has been up at her dig much of the time and I have accompanied her as an assistant (It is not like I have not done digs before) and as a bodyguard. The students seem decent and the dig itself is quite fun. Justin seemed very happy that I was going with Karen since Karen had objected to him coming along with a full arsenal. So Justin stayed in Detroit and worked on cars. Justin and Reg were going to work on improving everyone’s security system. Tony finally got a clean bill of health and continued spending quality time with his favorite nurse. His job dragged him off for a week but he brought back a video for Angie that she seemed to really like. Angie has been teaching Detroit police how to deal with IEDs (improvised explosive devices), which seems to keep her presently busy. Aiden has been busy dealing with school. Frank has been watching out for the big zombie and filling out paperwork.

On Tuesday morning Karen got a call from Jared who is Kat’s fiancée and Frank’s boss. A car hit them both. Kat was dead and he had several broken bones. You met Kat the first time we came to Detroit. Kat was going to be one of Karen’s bridesmaids so Karen asked me to step in. I was nervous about not being part of the unofficial security team at the wedding but I could not refuse her when she needed me. The funeral will be next Wednesday. I went downstairs to ask Reg if we could rent his jet next week if we need to and he was already working in the kitchen. Reg simultaneously got a call from Tony asking to borrow the jet. Frank, Justin and Karen were also in the call. Once we had names Reg was making a search program to track the investigation. We wanted to be as in on the evidence as possible because we were all suspicious of the Unknown having a hand in it. Frank was also forwarding information to us. Tony was ready to start a crusade. There was nothing I could do to help so I had a sauna and cold shower.

Once it was a reasonable hour I called Marie and explained the situation to her. I was sent to the dressmakers and lunch with the man who would be my “Partner” on the aisle. The dressmaker was very efficient and pleasant. She understood that I did not want to distract from Karen and the fact that there was a change in plans could do that. Lunch with (insert name here) and his wife could have gone better. Mrs. Kotzetchek did not like her husband being opposite a widow instead of a fiancé. She also felt that this whole wedding was going really quickly. I tried to be serious soothing and nonthreatening. She seemed to feel better at the end of lunch than at the beginning. Marie also told me about what she was planning for Justin’s birthday party. He seems to like the “1001 uses for duct tape” book I got for him. I got Karen’s wedding present today, a signed copy of The Leatherstocking Tales (last of the Mochicans etc) by James Fennimore Cooper. I was not able to get a signed copy of Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography but I did find an 1846 edition in good condition and an audio book of the same. I hope they like them.

Thursday was Justin’s birthday and we had a surprise party for him at Marie’s house. He seemed quite presently surprised. I got to meet more of Justin’s family than I had previously met. They really are a clan. We found out that since almost everyone RSVPed yes and Karen’s adopted tribe is coming (they are Chippewa I forget which particular tribe) the wedding and reception have been moved to Cobo hall. I almost panicked for a moment about it not being hollowed ground before I spoke to Fr. Andrew (over the phone he is still recovering) and he told me that Fr. Jerzy could do the consecrating. I then spoke to Fr. Jerzy and asked him to consecrate the grounds that the wedding and reception will be on. He agreed that it was a good idea and was willing to Friday. Fr. Jerzy seems very nervous about holding a wedding mass for over one thousand people. I think I would be nervous in his shoes. Karen will be contacting her tribe to ask them to bless Cobo hall as well. Reg is setting up security at the hall and making sure there are cabs and hotel rooms for those that need them. Frank will be bringing Lt Worth. That makes me smile.

The rehearsal went well. Not perfectly but that was fine. Karen is getting giddy. Justin is so happy right now. I am very happy for them but I am getting really nervous about something trying to mess up the reception. I am going to do all I can to protect them and their time. But I am as fallible as the next human and my umm... focus on people in love could be used against my friends or me someday. I will write again after the wedding.

With much fondness,
Leigh Sorensen

Dear Dee,

Hopefully this finds you and Alister as well and happy as may be. You are both in my prayers.
I am happy to tell you that we all made it thru last night. Karen is growing truly heroic. Reg impressed my with his focus. Angie and Aiden together saved my life. Frank gets points for good use of drama and keeping the body count down. Justin and Beowulf both feel we are using the rules of war. Angie and Fr. Andrew were in agreement. Chortle.

I will start where I left off last night. Beowulf and Frank arrived. Beowulf volunteered to do out of body scouting. (Which we will need to be more careful about in the future) He came back to his body and was so unsettled that he popped right out of his body without noticing. Aiden got out the defibulator paddles and was using them without effect until Karen told Beowulf to get back in to his body. Beowulf had poked his head through a window and saw an incorporeal giant bat fly by and almost run into him. We talked about how to get in and out and decided that having explosives rigged to blow out a section of wall might be prudent. Beowulf set up charges on a remote trigger. Angie made sure we would not take out any support beams. Then we approached the back door. It was unlocked and Frank opened the door. There were boxes and crates scattered around the warehouse so that it looked like it might be in use. Then we saw a large male zombie. It was grotesque and Frank shot it with a knock back round. The zombie howled and my blood froze. I stood there shaking until Karen brought up a mind shield. Karen was almost wiped out by that but Reg and I were able to shake off the fear enough to act. Angie shot her big (the guys call it a hand cannon) gun to put a tiny dent into the skin of the zombie’s head. I think I heard Angie swallow her reaction to that improbability. Karen and I said that it must be a greater form zombie and be immune to normal damage. The zombie could not be called by anyone human as far as Karen or I knew, so there was a Power of the unknown directly involved. Which was not really a surprise. Beowulf had the flamethrower again so everyone got out of his way so he could try to burn the zombie up. It was a good shot, but the zombie did not seem to notice. It’s clothes and hair caught on fire but it was not scorched. It hit Frank and he bounced off a wall. Ouch. And did not get up immediately. Karen realized that she could get it to move by raising a sphere. She told everyone outside (Reg, Aiden, Justin, Beowulf and I) to get out of its way. She ran behind it and raised a Sphere. It made a sound and lumbered out of the warehouse and strait into the river. Justin and Reg dropped several hundred pounds of hemp rope on it to slow it down.

Karen was very shaky and Frank was unconscious. Aiden decided to stay outside with them. Beowulf and Justin led the way inside. We saw no one else on the first floor and heard chanting from the second floor. We hurried upstairs. There were eighteen men dancing and singing around a veve. In the center was one man juggling embers and breathing fire, Lt. Worth in just her intimates and rope with a gag and one man who I assumed must be D’arcy standing over Lt Worth, chanting and holding a large obsidian knife over his head. Justin shot at Darcy but the bullet swerved around him like he and the bullet were both magnets with the same charge. Very strange. The bullet hit someone dancing on the other side of the circle and they fell down.

We had discussed that we wanted to disrupt the ritual and that destroying the knife or stopping the participants might do it. So Beowulf shot his shotgun and three or four dancers fell down. That made an opening and I entered the circle. I hoped that D’arcy could not kill Lt worth with that knife if he was not holding it so I attempted to disarm him. I twisted Darcy’s right arm into a lock and was able to pry his fingers off the knife handle. The knife fell with an atonal clatter and D’arcy stopped chanting and (I think) cursed. Reg meanwhile had run in and sprayed the mount down with a fire extinguisher. The fireman stopped breathing and gave a really nasty smile to Reg. Then the mount collapsed and Reg kind of whimpered but I think the mental shield protected him from being possessed. D’arcy said something and a sickly yellow gray cloud surrounded us. Reg thankfully was already bending over to pick up Lt Worth so he missed most of it and I don’t think that the gas had time to settle down to Lt Worth or she might have chocked on her gag. I unfortunately was breathing heavily and got the gas in my eyes nose and mouth. It was worse than teargas. I felt my lungs burn as I began to vomit violently. I colapsed to the floor and put my hand where I thought the knife was. Thankfully I found the hilt first. I knew that I did not want D’arcy using it on anyone and I was not good for doing anything else. I heard gunshots as I gathered what remained of my strength and crawled toward the sound. I was amazed that I could move at all as my body tried to void the poison that was chocking me. Angie picked me up and carried me over her shoulder. The knife almost dragged on the ground because I did not have the strength to hold it up. Over the earpiece I heard Justin tell Aiden that there was wounded incoming. I wish I could forget getting carried down the stairs. Aiden and Karen were downstairs with Aiden’s uber-medical kit. Next thing I know I am laying there and Aiden has is hands on my chest and stomach. Aiden’s hands are glowing. I can start to breath and regain control over my bowels and stomach. Aiden falls over into Karen’s lap and she pats his shoulder. Reg and I get Lt. Worth out to one of the cars. And get her a blanket. Angie carries Aiden out and I help Karen with the medical kit. Reg starts vomiting and I gave him what antidotes I could. We heard glass shatter then a LOUD bang over the earpieces. Some screaming ( that I did not recognize but sounded masculine) gunshots and the very distinctive whoosh of the flamethrower. Beowulf and Justin cursed D’arcy as they tried to finish him. We all heard the swish and tap of a wyrm-sized snake in our heads. Then a cold oily voice said, “We are not done, I will see you again. Take him. I do not accept failures.” Then the weapons could affect D’arcy and he died quickly.

The nine surviving dancers surrendered almost immediately. Beowulf and Justin started tying them up with duct tape. Including over their eyes. Ouch. That seems unusually cruel and I think Frank agrees as he recites the rights to the prisoners and tells Justin not to worry about being seen. Justin and Frank came out and Justin apologized to Lt. Worth for being an ass earlier. Justin also gave her warm socks. Frank had jumpsuits that would actually fit so Lt. Worth and I got CLEAN clothes on. Thankfully Justin had a lot of wet wipes for me to use. Reg and Justin both did the polite turn away and stand between the road and me while I got cleaned up. It was sweet but I did not care who saw me at the time. Reg got a call from his pilot that Nathan was dead when they landed in Florida. Reg calmed his employee down and told him that Nathan may have been on drugs that made him convulse. Reg also told him that someone from homeland security would walk him through what to do. Poor Frank. Angie and Justin noticed that Aiden looked green and pale not just worn out. Justin grabbed the adrenaline syringe from Aiden’s med kit and did a heart shot. That seemed to help some and Justin and I got him into the truck bed. Reg drove because Karen was too shaky. Angie rode in the front of the truck, Justin and I in the back with Aiden. I can’t believe I did not check on him. Frank and Lt. Worth stayed to talk to the cops. Lt. Worth was taking the case and Frank was there to assist at her request. That is their story anyways. Beowulf drove off to the safe house. I think he wanted to have as much time with “his” flamethrower and other weapons as possible.

At the emergency room they rolled their eyes when they saw us bringing in Aiden again. They asked what happened and we said some kind of poison gas and that we had given him a shot of adrenaline. They wanted to know what kind of gas and I gave them the bag with my soiled cloths and said that the vomit should have traces they could use. Reg said he was fine and I was too tired to try to make him stay and get checked out further. Angie stayed to look after “that idiot”. They were hooking Aiden up to filters to clean his blood and had him on diluted O2 to make it easier on his lungs. Reg offered to let us crash at his house and Justin, Karen and I all accepeted the offer. Justin and Reg were the only ones fit to drive in any case.

I called Frank after I got a hot shower. I was concerned at the uncontrolled rage that Justin had shown and also the blasé way Tony had killed the dancers. Lt Worth had opted out of the full story and Save membership. I think Frank admires her. Frank explained some of the American military psychology of war to me. Frank was also conscious that the dead would not have a chance to disassociate themselves from the Unknown. And we wondered if they might be unable to rest, as they had been part of a ritual when they died. And even if they did not rise would the Unknown gain power from their sprits? They (Beowulf and Justin) seemed to feel that we were fighting a front line battle and that it is appropriate to be more lethal and less gentile with prisoners. I called Angie and she said Aiden would be fine in a few days. Thank God! I asked her what she thought about the ethics of the fight. She said she was not sure that it was right to use lethal force on the dancers especially once Reg had gotten to Lt Worth. So she went with the easy choice and carried me out of the line of fire. She was not happy about using duct tape on the dancers but understand how hard it is to moderate your behavior when you are still in battle mode. Everyone else was asleep. I set the alarm for 8am so I could talk to Fr Andrew about ethics in the fight against the Unknown.

When I arrived with fruit Fr. Andrew he was tired but alert. I inquired to his well being and he put me off. Some times he seems to connect me with you in his reactions but not all the time. I told him everything that happened to the best of my recollection. Then I asked what advice or opinions he could share. He was concerned that we not let rage take our judgment or compassion from us. He would pray for the cultists that died. They would never get a chance to turn to God now. Several of his comments were the same as Angie’s almost word for word. I went to the chapel to light ten candles for the dead. The men that died were still human even if they were dupes of the Unknown. May God show them His grace.

I called Justin to arrange to clean up Karen’s place and get new bedding. Angie and Beowulf had already taken care of it. I called Angie and Beowulf and thanked them. I told Beowulf that I wanted to get together with him and talk. He said that Frank, Justin and he were going out for a drink in a few hours and invited me. I went to meet him at the safe house. He had to return a truck rental so I rode along and talked to him. He said that he had to do his duty to cleanse the earth of these evil servants of the Unknown and that he had already talked to Fr. Andrew about it. He was trying to ignore a lecture that I was not giving him. I asked him to let me tell him how I was doing he said Ok and looked like he was doing penance. When I said that I was concerned for the souls of those that we killed and what the killing was doing to us he said that is the risks of war. When I told him my (and Frank’s) theory about how killing dupes and thugs might add to the Unknown’s forces instead of subtracting from them Beowulf started paying attention. He seemed concerned that I was going to try to talk him out of having weapons. I told him that I wanted to have nonlethal weapons for schmucks like Nathan. He agreed that it was a good idea but most nonlethal weapons were illegal for civilians and we do not have our bounty hunter licenses yet. He agreed to get something nonlethal once we have our licenses. When Frank arrived Beowulf tried to avoid giving back the long arms and looked pained to part with “his” flamethrower.

Justin seemed uncomfortable around me when we all met up for dinner. He had put me off earlier when I mentioned getting together to talk to him. I hope he is not upset about me getting cleaned up last night outside, some Americans are strange about nudity. Although is more likely that he knows that he went overboard last night and does not want to be called out about it. I do not was to embarrass him by questioning his ethics in front of everyone. I will wait and talk to him later. At dinner there was a concenious that we should get nonlethal armaments once the paperwork goes through. The flash bang grenade that frank used was very effective and teargas grenades were mentioned. Frank does not seem to like us wandering around the city with all kinds of weapons. I agree with the thought. We asked Frank to survale the river for the greater zombie since he has access to spy gear. Overall we did well.

I will be helping Karen with the dig and any running around that I can. While I am not camping I am staying at Reg’s house and driving ‘Charlie’ his sedan because he seems to like having guests. His house is almost frighteningly high tech. Reg is often away due to business which is a technology company but I do not know the specifics. Frank seems to be spending time with Lt. Worth which makes me smile. I am sure that it is mostly shop talk but you know how things are.

God bless you and your house,
Leigh Sorensen