It has been a while, as my world, my fractured body, can only do so much. I’ve been captured and put inside a prison cell again. I’m not getting out of here. Nobody knows about giving they’re all covered up. The normal reality of a covered up bunch of people. Now I’m one of them. Just dying because of old age. I keep looking for events problems where they have come. Avoid those people and places. I’m going to die here some way or the other, just them.