Met up with an old friend the other day, Baymo. I remember when we both worked at the S-Mart, she had grand plans of growing pot and branching out on her own; looks like she succeeded. I traded some shells I had for some food, she tossed in a couple of joints. I got to meet Emily and her partner in crime, they’ve had quite the journey getting to Arklay. I hope they can find the happiness that so many have lost, they’re lucky to still have each other….
[Ben pushes the beat up and stabbed journal off his box table and sits back. He takes a pin and starts poking at his leg, he lets out a few gasps, but the sharp pricks seem to drown out the memories of his wife and daughter. He closes his eyes and drifts off into a comfy darkness.]1