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Journal Entry: Dear Sam
May. 15th, 2024 11:20 pm( Dear Sam )
The room was nothing to speak of. Bad wall paneling, an old TV and two queen beds and something that mostly passed for a bathroom.
After the experience with Kevin this morning, Liliana was in no shape to go any where fast and Dean wasn't feeling that great himself.
So Dean found the cheapest place nearby that wouldn't attract too much attention and booked a room for the day rate. After getting an hours rest he left Liliana sleeping on the less questionable bed and scavenged the local gas and sip for supplies.
He sat on the other bed, watching the reruns of Dr. Sexy MD and did his best not to think too much about this morning.
And occasionally checking to see if the bloody mess that was Liliana was still breathing.
[NFB. Mostly for Death's Bride but open for phone calls, texts, random fruit baskets.]
After the experience with Kevin this morning, Liliana was in no shape to go any where fast and Dean wasn't feeling that great himself.
So Dean found the cheapest place nearby that wouldn't attract too much attention and booked a room for the day rate. After getting an hours rest he left Liliana sleeping on the less questionable bed and scavenged the local gas and sip for supplies.
He sat on the other bed, watching the reruns of Dr. Sexy MD and did his best not to think too much about this morning.
And occasionally checking to see if the bloody mess that was Liliana was still breathing.
[NFB. Mostly for Death's Bride but open for phone calls, texts, random fruit baskets.]
The day started with a police report from the town of Neighbor, Michigan. A man had returned home late in the evening and had been attacked even though all the doors were locked and there was no sign of forced entry. He was found by the maid the next morning and was currently at the local hospital in critical condition.
Without wasting any time, Dean had (rudely) yanked Liliana out of her morning slumber and dragged her to the Impala and then driven through an extra large Portalocity portal. The morning light was just starting to creep up over the horizon as he pulled up in front of the familiar house.
Without saying a word he put the automatic transmission of the Impala into park, turned off the engine and stepped out of the car to start rummaging through the trunk.
“I know this type of thing is your specialty,” he called out. “But I need you to listen and do what I say when we go in there. My world, my ghost and my rules.”
[NFB due to distance.]
Without wasting any time, Dean had (rudely) yanked Liliana out of her morning slumber and dragged her to the Impala and then driven through an extra large Portalocity portal. The morning light was just starting to creep up over the horizon as he pulled up in front of the familiar house.
Without saying a word he put the automatic transmission of the Impala into park, turned off the engine and stepped out of the car to start rummaging through the trunk.
“I know this type of thing is your specialty,” he called out. “But I need you to listen and do what I say when we go in there. My world, my ghost and my rules.”
[NFB due to distance.]
Journal Entry: Dear Uncle Sam
Apr. 15th, 2024 04:14 pmThere were two envelopes in the journal today which read "Uncle Sam" on the outside of the envelopes.
( Dear Uncle Sam )
( Dear Uncle Samuel )
( Dear Uncle Sam )
( Dear Uncle Samuel )
