Hey, Thia. I'm back. I think you have already expected this to happen, but I told my parents about everything almost immediately. I just knew that I needed all the support I could get.

It... Well, it didn't go badly. I was honestly expecting a bit more shouting, but by the time I'd detailed what had happened so far both mamá y papá understood how serious everything was, and why I had agreed to the Harbinger's deal. They were, and still are, extremely worried, but I'm glad to say that they still have my back, completely. Honestly, I'm not sure what I'd have done if they didn't accept me - I don't think I could've handled that on top of everything else.

Anyway, we decided to follow the most notable lead we currently have with regards to your recent exploits and subsequent death - which will only be temporary if I have any say about it - and drove down to Miami.

We found the college where that Caleb guy you'd met went to, so papá called ahead and set up a meeting with the principal. We expected him to use his status as a forensic expert to maybe have the principal give him Caleb's contact information, or some other useful clues. However, when we arrived there, we soon overheard a girl my age yelling at the principal in her office about Caleb! Papá immediately capitalized on this stroke of luck and entered the office himself, saying that we came for a similar reason. He introduced himself, showed his ID, and explained that he was looking into your disappearance, where Caleb was mentioned as a person of interest. That was... a poor choice of words, because the girl - Victoria, and apparently Caleb's older sister - immediately thought that he thought that Caleb was a criminal. Thankfully, after a bit of a back-and-forth and an apology from papá, she relented, and the principal agreed to get us into Caleb's dorm room.

That place was horrid in the most mundane way possible. Empty and unfinished beer bottles, tasteless pinups, dirty sheets - I'd imagine that you'd describe it as a 'nexus of masculine degeneracy' or something. Either way, papá found a journal lying half-open on the messy bed, which all of us except for the principal got to read.

There wasn't much inside that poorly-written thing that we didn't know already. The biggest relevant detail, I suppose, was that the Harbinger that visited Caleb was called 'The Traveler', not 'The Talent' like yours. Unfortunately, that was it. By the way, did you know that he called you 'Phone Girl' and 'Glyph' in there? I don't know if I should laugh or be offended on your behalf!

But, after that, we offered Victoria our hospitality if she wanted to read your journal entries, and she accepted. I'm... sorry about letting her do it, but I think she needed something more about her brother because his disappearance had clearly hit her hard. I don't know if he's dead like you, or if he just got lost somewhere, but nonetheless we all agreed to share any new information one of us might find in the future, so hopefully some kind of new lead will show up in time.

Victoria left back for Miami a while ago, and I continued preparing for my next contract.