Journal, Monday 28.02.11

We were awoken in the early hours of this morning by the sound of an alarm of wailing. Dicky and I closed the trapdoor above us and turned our attention to the monitors in the computer room. For an hour, we saw nothing. And then, at 2am, three lone figures came shuffling slowly down the track towards the house, each of them cloaked. Two of them seemed to be supporting the weight of the third. All of them continuously looked over their shoulders.


Finally, after another hour, they arrived at the front porch of the house and it was then that I caught a glimpse of one of their faces on my monitor. It was David.


The three of them entered the house nervously and barricaded the door behind them. It was only once they were sure that they hadn't been followed that they lowered their hoods. The one that the other two had been supporting was Emily. She was bleeding heavily from the leg and looked as though she might pass out at any minute. The third person was unfamiliar to me but, going by Emily's past descriptions, I assume that it was Charlie. The two of them helped Emily to the sofa and covered her with a blanket. And then they called out to us.


We opened the trapdoor and resurfaced.


Everything happened so fast that I was unable to stop it. As I dashed forward to see what state Emily was in, Dicky cracked David in the head with a steel rod before tackling Charlie to the floor and beating him into unconsciousness. He screamed at me to help him and we dragged David and Charlie downstairs, locking them in the padded cell. At first Emily was furious but once Dicky explained that we had to assume that anyone could be ArthurMan and, therefore, untrustworthy, she calmed down.


I asked her where they had been and, more importantly, how she had sustained the gunshot wound to her right leg, but she couldn't remember. She passed out shortly thereafter.


Dicky and I stayed awake for the rest of the night (and most of this morning) arguing over how we would get Emily the medical attention that she obviously needs and what we would do about David and Charlie. Finally, we agreed to sleep it over.


I woke up an hour ago. Dicky is gone. Emily is still here, but she keeps drifting in and out of consciousness and she's not making a lot of sense. The door to the padded cell is still locked and I'm pretty sure that I can hear muffled voices in there. I have no idea where the key is, it's likely that Dicky has it.


Harrison, if you're still out there, and if you're listening, I need your help. I can't cope with this on my own.