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Frank T.'s Journal
Downtime
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6/26/1965 - 22:00 (10 pm)
I'm back in Nam. Back in this hole just as quick as I left, I'm back. Must've been a dream. Aliens and soda, I could go for a drink right about now. Back to hearing them laugh at me, back to only seeing the sun when they take the top off this pit I'm in. Back to hearing the screams of the other men they caught. Wonder when it'll be my turn; How are they planning to get rid of me? I wonder if they'll leave me to starve or die of dehydration. Maybe they'll take the top off my pit and let me cook in the sun for days. Guess I can only wait and hope I get another chance to leave. I'd do anything to anyone just to get back home. I hope the next dream is a little bit longer.
Smell no Evil
Downtime
On Parole
7/6/1965 20:00 (8-PM)
Hawaii's a nice place. I've been having the time of my life out here since that Talent guy stopped me from going back to Nam. Drinks, steaks, and 5-star hotels for me. It's been fun bouncing around the islands.
That Jakob guy is kind of a nut, coming from me, but he's fun.
That Liam guy has a lot going on, from what I can gauge he's some rich guy who got some BS code. I think I caught him saying something about killing people who deserve it on the plane......like he'd know anything about who deserves it. Either way, he's hung up on his dead butler, didn't take that news from Roland well I guess. I hope all this stuff with the powers and harbingers doesn't go to his head, I don't think the world needs another rich guy deciding who lives and dies.
I hope the powers don't go to MY head. I want to get out of Nam but I have to remember why I'm in that hole in the first place.
I'm trying to enjoy myself on this island while I can. I showered for the first time in ages and I think Jakobs noticed my smoking habit. I can't get this looming sense of doom out of my head. I can't pretend like all this is normal. People body swapping and flesh blobs that eat people. I don't think I feel pain anymore. I can't live as much in the moment when I know there might be something else worse on the horizon. Something the government doesn't want us to know. Why did I gain my powers and who am I working for?
I'll just settle down with a drink and enjoy my time out of my hole. I'll be back there eventually....I just hope it's in one piece.
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