I went to see Ms. Quinn again...I didn't go into detail but I told her about the 'job' I had. She says its a good thing. I should work more with other people, it could help me get through my....'issues'....I don't know, I just...I don't know. I'm a ticking time bomb, I'm nuts, I'm insane, I belong in a mental asylum....Ms. Quinn begs to differ, she says all I need is time to heal, all I need to is to see myself in a better light. She won't have me admitted, fair enough....She trusts me and I can't....I can't...I don't ever want to betray that trust. I need to work on getting better....Keep the voices out, keep myself in control. But that Biker guy and all the rest of em...Maybe, if I keep with these 'jobs'..Maybe I'll get a chance to fix me. Fix everything that's been haunting me. Become normal.....Then maybe I could...Yeah, maybe I could properly thank Ms. Quinn for everythng she's done for me.

I got to work, testing out this new 'gift' I got. Lets me break struff easier..somehow....Though it isn't pleasant. There's just a nagging that goes on in the back of my head whenever I use it....I don't know what it is, but...maybe it's the voices.....No, I shouldn't worry about that. Right now, I got a kickass new ability that'll show whatever possessed dagger, knife or even door, what for. Meanwhile, I also better get some work in and practice interacting with people. Never know when you need to fake your way into an office building or worse.