It’s quiet for now. I hate arvos like these. All I get to do now is think. I used to hate noise, yanno? Couldn’t stand the cities and the bustle. But now I miss it like a lost puppy. Stuck out here it feels like I’m the last true blue left. Wherever you lot are, ya must be worried sick. Dad, tell Mum not to worry. Micky ain’t gonna come home just yet, lots of livin’ left to do. Dad? Wherever ya are, take care of Mum. I miss ya both. I miss a lotta things these days.

Map says there’s a town not far from where I am. Reckon there’ll be supplies there. Food. Somethin’ to get me along. I’ll write again soon.

Mick