Journal, Saturday 09.04.11 (3.10)

The house is empty. The voices and music I heard were coming from the TV set in the living-room. I'm pretty sure that this is William's father's house. There are lots of pictures of William and his wife Gloria on the walls in the downstairs hallway. Strangely there are pictures of a lot of us. Me, my dad, Harrison, Harrison's dad, Dicky and his parents. No pictures of William and Emily's mother though. That's not surprising, considering that she and William's dad broke up and she moved in with Emily's father. 


From the look of the living-room, there were people here, not that long ago. William's father died the same year as the rest of our parents - skiing accident, so I was told, yet there's empty food packets all over the kitchen table and a pair of fold out beds still laid out in the living room. I reckon Charlie, David and Emily stayed here – possibly with William and Gloria. Last time William was mentioned in Emily's messages, he and Gloria were off to Paris. Perhaps they knew about what was about to happen to us all? Perhaps they got the hell out of the country before they themselves became hunted? But then, why wouldn't William take Emily? Unless, he knew about her condition?


Strangely, I'm really tired – like I haven't slept in days. I've made sure the doors are locked and I think I'll sleep upstairs in William's old room, locking the door behind me, just to be on the safe side. I'll have a better look around this place in the morning – see if I can find any clues about where Emily and Harrison went. And then, after I've searched this place, I'll take a look around Harrison's father's summer house. That is, if time doesn't elude me and I wake up God only knows where.