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.

Despite everything, time marched ever-onwards. Though it may not be able to heal everything, the impact of my last contract was eventually softened and made to fade thanks to mamá y papá's love and care. Another thing that helped me with recovering from that ordeal was my intermittent contact with Vivian: she was going through similar things at the moment, and had said that she even went out to a random hospital to heal some injured patients as a sort of penance. I'm sure you'd approve of that, Thia - I sure do.

But, instead of any penance of my own, I decided to get over my moping about in a different way: information gathering. We were given our biggest clue yet with regards to your untimely death, after all, so a good week and a half were spent on milking it for all it was worth via internet sleuthing and papá's access to the law enforcement's criminal records. The latter didn't yield anything when it came to her, but the rest... I was one step closer to getting the both of us some closure.

...Though I'm still unsure if I'd actually pursue it in such a direct way. I'm afraid of dying and leaving both you and my parents all alone.

Papá and I have also did some research on the general area of Ormond and a bit beyond it. The bad news are that the Bastards of Salem have been bolstering their ranks thanks to the whole Equalizer situation - and this unfortunately includes the local chapter's numbers. The good news: I learnt of a local meet-and-greet group of supernaturals as well, primarily Gen-Wyld enhancement enthusiasts. It's apparently been around for about three years already, and is called 'Ormond Oddities'.

Also, we managed to find out about a good dozen or so of supernatural - or supernatural-leaning - people in this area. I've yet to make contact with any of them, but knowing that they exist at all is good groundwork for our whole Fallen Family idea, right?

[᪥] Okay, the 'interviews' are tomorrow. I successfully tailed that technician higher-up working for the Sons-infested server farm, got his fingerprints, and papá did his magic to persuade the guy into being our 'police informant'. William Manahold was his name, I think. Sam, meanwhile - the Australian guy who I saved from the last trainwreck of a contract, the one who got shot - agreed to stick around and help out with this, and damn was that lucky: unlike me, he is really good at computer stuff. For example, he whipped up a program that would automatically run when the USB it was on got inserted into some other device's port, searching and copying over everything that we need to grab.

I'm nervous, though. Jittery. Acting isn't really my strong suit. If we don't screw up here, we will have a database of every single Son member in Florida, but if we do... I don't know if I'll even make it out of there alive if things go sour, as I won't have my bullet-proof vest or any other of my tricks! I will have the dagger with me, but... Oh well.

Wish me luck? Pretty please?

Either way, no matter what: love you.

[𓋇] Love you too, sweetheart, and I do wish you all the luck, but I think you'll do just fine. When you open this journal again, I'll even offer you a 'told you so,' alright? And a kiss, of course. I'll be watching everything as it happens: just remember that you aren't alone.

I hope this Sam guy will be decent enough at acting as he is at coding.

Oh, and it's finally time for the show. You got this, June!

...

June.

June, no.

What are you doing.

This is painful to watch, dear.

...Oof, that was a close one. I saw the security guy squint at the screen just as your code buddy took his USB out- But you did distract him, nice! Clutched up right at the final moment.

Shit, Sam's getting searched. Will they find the USB? ...No? Did he pass it off to the Manastorm guy during that handshake from a minute ago?

HE DID! Okay, Sam's not too bad.

Good job, June. And, as promised: told you so. ;)

[᪥] Okay, wow. I'm not even mad about the told-you-so thing. It was probably obvious, but I was so scared we'd get caught the entire time we were at this, yet in the end we still pulled through. I'm thinking I'll celebrate with some ice cream - Jritz talked my ear off about it earlier - and a silly movie or two. Wish you could join me as well, Thia.

...Hey, speaking of celebrations - it's my birthday tomorrow! I'd almost forgotten! Oh, I'm so excited! Time flies so fast...

[𓋇] While you were out there getting your ass kicked, I studied the blade. Guess what I can do now?

[᪥] Wh- How? You're writing in this thing without it even being in the pocket dimension!

Also, shush. That contract was a shitshow and I hate myself again.

[𓋇] You tend to do that a lot.

[᪥] You can't see me, but I'm glaring at you right now.

[𓋇] I'd offer some hugs and kisses...

[᪥] Okay, that helped. Love you tons! Now: how the hell can you do this now?

[𓋇] I was being kinda stupid, actually. Remember when I told you about the journal being a metaphysical object nowadays rather than, well, normal? While you were running around in the woods tonight, I got the idea to see if I can leverage the glyphs' attunement to it without it sitting where I am. Like, I already write in it by just telling the glyphs to burn the words into it, it's already a Schrodinger's doodad, and also I was bored out of my mind. So, it worked.

[᪥] We unlocked medieval texting. Great.

[𓋇] I'm not looking for pigeons here.

So... What's the plan with the whole 'being arrested' thing? I saw what happened, I'd have done the same, but still. I guess it's good that you're on bail, at least.

Is Gabriel gonna call up somebody to help you?

[᪥] Ugh, yeah. Papá y mamá are so frustrated right now. They're not angry with me or anything - they're just glad I'm alive, really - but I can still feel some disappointment. I fucked up; I should've asked papá for help as soon as we got handed those evidence files.

[𓋇] I bet my father would've killed me himself if I were the one in this situation. All things considered, you're lucky.

[᪥] Not lucky enough to avoid being wanted by the cops.

[𓋇] Yes, but you didn't go all murderhobo. You have plausible deniability; you have leeway. And the dagger- Well, what dagger? All you had is a pendant and a gun. And you helpfully handed over your medkit as soon as you saw your crashed voyeur.

[᪥] ...I guess, yeah. I just don't want to reveal my powers. You have an idea?

[𓋇] Yup. Don't worry your pretty little head about it - you won't have to reveal much.

[᪥] Okay. I'm listening.

[𓋇] Here's what we can do...