This is gonna be hard for me to write without my left hand, but here goes. I don't know what the fuck any of this was or what just happened. All I know is I'm probably getting discharged soon, and I'm not upset about it. It's hard to explain, but for the first time in a while, I feel like I have a path forward. For once, I feel like I can do right by Sammy, even if it kills me. Whatever this new power is, I can feel coursing through me. It feels right, like it was always supposed to be there.

To that point, I think the guys I was with in that fucking museum are probably going through the same thing... well, at least two of them. That weird guy Will fucking died. I tried to save him, but the blood loss was just too much. Hushen, though, I liked that guy, and considering we both lost a fucking hand together, I'd say we bonded. And then Roy, well, we have Roy to thank for figuring that shit out and getting us out when he did. We'd be good as dead if not for him, so he's good in my book.

Shit, I don't know, Sammy, if you're seeing this right now from whatever the fuck afterlife you are in, know I'm doing this for you, little brother. I love you, so fucking much.

Guess I have nothing else really to say, so this is James Dudley signing off.