We're on our way to Oregon. We were in Georgia when we got the note, but I'm not patient enough to wait for a bus or a train ticket. The new note said to be there by this Saturday or it'd be too late. To be quite clear, the note said;
"Jean. Jeanne.
You have until Saturday, or it's over. You'll find the back door unlocked. See you soon.
D'arcis."
I'm going to save my Sam. We're going to save him. Hopefully we'll be in Portland by Thursday, so we've got enough time to figure a plan out. Maybe for once it'll go okay.
It's just I miss Sam so much. He could put up with all my stupid bullshit and he wasn't fake about it. Hell, he enjoyed my inanity, my babbling, all the weird character flaws that used to make me who I was. Though I do have Kim back, and that's nice. She can drive, so I used $500 bucks to buy a car, proving that I have stopped fucking caring about the longterm. As long as it ends up alright in the short term that's a bloody plus.
So yeah, that's me rambling. We'll have to stop off again soon. Still, the car is quicker than public transport. And it might work out for the better in the long run too. And we can sleep in it.
Good luck.
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