Dear Diary,


Sometimes I wonder if it would be better if I named you.
Something like Charlie.

Dear Charlie.

It sounds weird, but I'm still working on it.

Just arrived home.

I checked on the girls and noticed they haven't eaten for four days, so today I brought them food.

They seem to be quiet, which is a good thing. It has made me come up with an idea. If they yell or scream, I will not give them food.

I find it interesting how you can make someone listen to you if you threaten them kindly.

Well, Charlie.

Haha.

Sounds weird.

I will never say that ever again.

I promise you.
Back to my day.

So people keep asking questions.

So I found a house.

It's abandoned, in the hood, in Helen's Fields darkest corners. The good thing is that Helen's Fields is super huge and has a forest.

That's where I will be moving to.

The problem is tonight.

I have to stalk the truck driver at work.

He is expected to drive to Helen's Fields tomorrow, so I already have an idea of what I need to do. I will have to deal with the driver, get the truck, get the girls and everything else I need into it, and then get everything to Helen's Fields.

I also need a cab.

I almost forgot about the tracker.

I'll solve that.

Then I can go back to my things and be home free.

I'm still rusty.

I will change some things, I guess.
Well, I should go plan more.

Now that I say all of this, I can see many loopholes. Lexie causing me problems.

The driver waking up.

The kilometres of driving to Helen's Fields.

Getting everything there. Getting everything back.

The tracker.

There are a lot of things that could go wrong.

But that's okay.

That's what planning is for.

I'll figure it out.

Bye.