Journal, Saturday 09.04.11 (1.55)

What is happening to me? According to my laptop it's 1.55am (GMT) on Saturday the 9th of April. The last thing I remember was checking into a Hotel on Rue Claude Debussy on Monday. I put my luggage in my room , read Jennings message, walked out onto the balcony to have a cigarette before I wrote my reply and then…well, I just woke up here.

I think, though I can't be certain, that I'm in William's old room at his father's house. There are trophies on a shelf with his name on them but this isn't William's old room back home, I've been in that room before. I haven't ventured out of the room yet. I think there are some people downstairs – I can hear voices and music. I wonder if they know that I'm up here? Perhaps, I've been kidnapped. Maybe, I was drugged during the raid of the beach house – which would explain why I have no memory of what happened between that day, March 1st, and the day I woke up in my house, March 30th – and I was drugged again on Monday.

What if the DPIR have found me and they're keeping me up here whilst they decide what to do with me? What if they've already searched this house and figured out where Emily and Harrison have gone?

But then…my clothes are different. Why would they change my clothes? Also, there's a receipt in my pocket. Apparently, I bought a bottle of water on Wednesday using Sarah's dad's debit card.

I'm going to post this and then I'm going to go downstairs.

God only knows what I'll find.

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.

Journal, Saturday 09.04.11 (21.56)

I've spent all afternoon and evening searching this house and its grounds and I've made several discoveries. First of all, at the back of the garden, behind an old shed, there are four freshly dug graves, each with homemade, unmarked, wooden crosses. I think it's safe to assume that if you were to exhume the bodies in those graves, they would be the bodies of David, Charlie, William and Gloria.
In the shed itself, there are several things that I find odd. Boxes and boxes of silver cutlery, three shotguns, an old rusty safe with the words "People Just Suck" carved into the front of it and what looks like an old dentist's chair. The shed is full of cobwebs and dust – I don't think Emily and the rest of them even looked in there.


What I found in the house, however, was far more interesting. Searching though the dining room for clues, I emptied the bookcase and found a red button hidden behind a panel – just like at the beach house. When I pressed the button, it did exactly what I thought it would and opened a trapdoor under the rug in the living room.


The underground hideout in this house is almost identical to that in my father's old beach house. Three rooms; a control room/sleeping quarters, a room full of filing cabinets and a padded cell. The door to this padded cell, however, has been ripped off of its hinges and lays on the floor just at the bottom of the stairway. I tried to lift it, but it's too heavy. Whatever push or pulled this door off must have been incredibly strong.


The filing cabinets have been emptied out. I did, however, find one of the files on the floor in the control room. This is what it said:

BPS File : 194.207

Subject : Cobb, Kevin

Tier : 3

P.U.P : 625 East 91st Street, New York, New York, US

Current Location : In House

Variant : IC4499d

Status: Stable and ready for Operation Red Fox.

Additional Notes: Cobb has a 89.67% success rate. He is currently in Ward G although Doctor Manford is certain that he will be moved to the Ward B in the next few months.

As you can see, this file is different to the files at the beach house which were all labelled "LDP file". 


I think I'll sleep down here tonight, just to be on the safe side. I'll go over to Harrison's father's house in the morning.

ASSUMPTION

Assumption killed the other cat, you know.


The key to the safe in the shed is taped to the back of the upstairs toilet. You'll find everything you need in there. Don't say I never give you anything.