Abby
Roger collapses on the sofa after breakfast, murmuring something about resting his eyes, and then he’s out cold. We both had a sleepless night, so I decide to let him be—he needs the rest.
Besides, I can get answers faster if he isn’t constantly freaking out and holding me hostage in this cabin.
Earlier, this guy Blake came by. He"s some sort of computer whiz or something—I don"t know the details. Even though Roger is against it—in case he might be infected—he lets Blake hang out for a while. They met in the bar, and now Blake says he can"t go back to his cabin because he pissed off one of the cult members and they"ve confiscated all the food. But Dad says he can"t stay here, and Blake says that"s fine, he has work to do.
Roger has it in his head that Blake is some sort of underco
