Where?

I can't find her. I can't help her.

But she needs help. Where is she? I need her, I need to study her.

My lab rat has gotten away.

Can you help me find her, dearies?

Me?

I am nothing more that a person caught up. Unable to flee for I have gone to far.

However, I intend to use my imprisonment in an attempt to help, to learn. I always did love studying things. Do not hope for my life as it is already forfeit, spend no time here if you wish to help me, I am only here to help you.

I must warn you, I am not always in control of my actions. This is not my fault and I will attempt to fix any mistakes I may have made while I can.

I have nothing of importance to report today. I have, frustratingly, learned nothing. Until next time, dearies.

First Contact

In a week's time I have not learned much that I did not already know and I can not begin to even guess at a motivation. Nor do I feel I'll ever feel the need to.

I have realized my own affliction, which I choose to note as an Occupation, as I had some choice in the matter, is quite different from a normal sickness of this type. I have determined that spending time looking into my own condition will not help. Fighting, for me at least, is pointless. Even as these letters fall onto the page I am pulled into making contact.

I must remember above all else to continue studying the others even as I go to make First Contact. I must not dismiss their cases in this most perilous time. It is so much worse now.

The needs of the many MUST outweigh the needs of the few.

I pray we meet again soon, dearies.

He's watching.

Welcome my dear children. I have set up this journal to record what I have learned about the disease. It would seem this occupation comes with bad bouts of memory-loss and I am most determined not to end up like the others. Pray that I soon understand HIM for if I can not the consequences will be grave.

I have begun watching Victims. If I find anything noteworthy be assured you will get an update. Until next time, dearies.