Half the time I don't even know if Earth is real. I mean, how many deaths, torture scenes and brotherly losses does it take to lose your mind? I think I'm qualified to answer that...Too Many. I've faced down another rat bastard and sent his ass to hell. Hooray for our side. Hm. Should I really be this excited. Who cares. Wow. If only Sammy could see the inside of my head - oh, god, no!

He would turn all 'arm chair shrink' on me and then he'd never let it go. The humiliation and the honesty would be a mood killer, to say the least. I wonder if I can scrounge up enough money for a bar run? Hm. It'd be worth the search. If Sammy is in a down-and-out funk he might just pay for it himself. Not that I would use family in that way. Ever. Yah, right. I'm going to find Sam. I need a drink.

He's nowhere! My god, what could my little brother be up to now? I wish I had never looked for him, because now I am suspicious, paranoid and all other kinds of crappy things. He needs to stop pulling this Houdini shit. I thought I was back to trusting him.

Sam is not answering his cell. I guess I need to just call it again...and again...and again.

The cell phone I have been so frantically ringing is sitting on the nightstand. Dead as a fricking doorknob. Great. Now what?

Oh. Guess I questioned his loyalties over nothing. The kid was out buying dinner and a twelve pack. Small blessing and all that crap. Lets get our drink on.

THE END