8-12-2011
Dear Journal,

It’s 3:00 in the afternoon. It’s incredibly cold back here in the cargo area of the plane, but I can manage. I made Wolfe bring out blankets for Waterfall and Sara, who had both dropped off to sleep before I awoke. It’s only been an hour since we took off, one more to go. Sara’s head lies on my shoulder, and Waterfall’s head in my lap. I guess I’m a comfortable pillow or something. Wolfe just came to tell me the council sent Prof. Hess on a mission to New York. That’s a good ways off; I do not want to tell Waterfall her father’s going to be gone for a week. But sometimes you got to do what you go to do.

Signing Off,
Agent Squirt

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