Journal, Tuesday 01.03.11

Dicky came back an hour ago, looking tired and pale. When I asked him where he had been for the last twenty four hours, he just muttered something about needing some time alone to think and went off up to bed.


Emily doesn't look good at all. She's lost an awful lot of blood and if we don't take her to a hospital soon, there's a good chance that she'll die. I've wrapped the wound up tight with a towel but I'm pretty sure, if TV and films are anything to go by, that the bullet needs to be removed in order for the wound to heal.


I went through Dicky's trousers to try and find the key to the padded cell, but I couldn't find anything. Surely, David and Charlie won't survive for very long in that room without food or water. Also, there's a good chance that they both need medical attention after the beating that Dicky gave them.
When Dicky wakes up, I'm going to insist that we feed them and then question them to see if they know anything about how Emily got shot.


Oh god! The alarm is going off again!


I hope it's you, Harrison.


I'll just upload this quickly in case it isn't.


I'll let you know what's happening as soon as possible.