I don't want him to come again. Him with his shouting and his thoughts, yelling at me straight from his head. I don't know what he wants but he scares me. I run away from him but he follows. Every time. He always follows. I try and hide but he finds me. Even in the loudness of his own thoughts and the animals' thoughts. We didn't know what to expect when we landed here but it wasn't this. Not the constant stream of thoughts screaming right into your face all the time. The animal thoughts can be calming but that mans noise, it's more horrible than anything you've ever seen. So loud. Never stopping.

And there's no one to save me, with my parents gone, there's no one to save me from him and his terrifying thoughts. I thought that we expected everything for when we landed here but this… this constant thinking is just… unfathomable. I wonder what they're thinking up on the ship. Do they know we crashed? Do they know I'm all alone? Are they coming to get me? Are they? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.

The campfire box Bradley gave me has been a blessing and a curse. On the bright side it keeps me warm and keeps the dark away but it brings in a different kind of darkness. Predators. The bigger, scarier animals that think things like PREY? and FOOD? And EAT. Their noise reveals them before they get to close but I still get scared when I hear them. I switch off the box and I run. I run in any direction. I never know where I run to in the dark, it's all swamp. I always end up going in circles.

The next day- He came again this morning. I was back near the wreckage again. I had gone in a full circle, back to the beginning. Back to where my parents… I pushed the thought away. I needed to hide. I could hear his thoughts getting closer. The stream of words and pictures gets louder. The colours get brighter. I can hear him thinking of THE PROPHECY and THE CHOSEN ONE what was he talking about? All I know is I was scared. He found me and trapped me against a tree. My heart beat fast in my chest and I was sure I was going to die. The way he was yelling at me I couldn't even hear what he was saying, it was just… noise. And I just stood there until he left and I ran again. I don't know when it will stop. When will I be rescued? Maybe not even by the ship, just by someone. There has to be at least one person on this planet who can help. Just one. Anyone.

I dream that night.

I dream of rescue.

I dream of someone coming.

I dream of a hero.

I dream of an adventure.

I dream of hope.

I dream of failure.

I dream of battles.

I dream tragedy.

I dream of waiting.

I wake with a start and try and remember my dream but it slips away from me piece by piece until there is none left. I try and fall asleep to the soft tune of the birds thinking where's my safety? And right now, I'm asking the same question too.

The next morning I make a decision. I will not run. I will stand up to him. I will ask him where I am. I WILL NOT be scared. And I hear it again. I hear his thoughts coming towards me and I rise to my feet, but his noise is different today. It's redder. I guess something bad must have happened wherever he's from. It's got a red twinge that you can barley notice but it still manages to let me change my mind. I will run. I will not stand up to him. I will not ask where I am. And I am scared. And that thought crushes me a little.

I am scared.