I needed to take some liberties with this one in figuring out when/where Fitz and Simmons would have had time to journal. I'm going to assume that it took them some time to find the plane and that perhaps they took turns driving? Something that would enable them to each journal whilst traveling.

Simmons

And we're off. Fitz and I are tracking down our plane. I am a bit nervous, going without a specialist. Not that we're helpless, but if we were to run into some major problems (which seems likely these days), it would be nice to have back up.

It's good to see Fitz and Trip getting along together, however awkward it is. This whole Ward thing has been hard on all of us—but it looks like we're all dealing in our separate ways. I'm recalibrating, Fitz is turning to hope, Trip is writing Ward off, and May, I assume, is putting it all away in her Emotional Trunk some fifty feet below the surface. I would not want to open that up! Skye seems pained and hurt, but accepting and adjusting. Coulson is a little bit harder to read—I imagine he is analyzing everything, trying to decide what other hidden threats are out there.

We aren't acting on S.H.I.E.L.D. authority anymore. We're vigilantes, and I must say it is rather exciting! For the first time since this whole HYDRA threat came about, I feel confident in my decision to be here with the team. I know what we're doing is right—Garrett is a mad man and needs to be taken down. He can't continue to experiment on these soldiers—clearly he never paid attention in Ethics. Or worse, he thought it was a laugh.

Eesh. Honestly, him and all the HYDRA doctrines give me the willies. Ah, we finally found a place to use the loo. That's all for now, I guess.

Fitz

Thank goodness we found that restaurant. I've had too much tea this morning to not have a bathroom readily available. Not a fan of pissing into bottles—especially if it's just Simmons and me in the car. That would be embarrassing.

It's good to have the vast amounts of caffeine pulsing through me, though. Keeps my mind from dwelling on one thing for too long. Thinking about one thing for too long hasn't worked out well for me these last couple of days. If I start thinking about Ward, I end up wanting to punch everything. If I start thinking about Jemma, all I want to do is curl up in bed and get away from everyone. And then if I start thinking a Garrett, I just want to start ripping holes in the motel pillows. So yes, bouncing from thought to thought is quite nice.

I'm ready to catch these guys. I'm ready to take Garrett down and make sure no one else gets an explosive eyeball implanted into their skull. And if we take Garrett out of the picture, we can really figure out what is going on in Ward's head. Literally, we'll be able to see if he has an eye implant, too.

After we find Garrett and all of his mates, I'm not sure what we'll be doing as a team. We're vigilantes at this point, so if we don't have funding from S.H.I.E.L.D., things are going to change a lot. We won't be able to find new threats as easily. And hopefully the Bus will still be in one piece when we find it.

I'm sure we'll be fine, though. Whatever happens, we'll have each other, right? Right.

Next week's chapter will be the last—I can't believe the hiatus is almost over! Thanks for sticking with me as I dealt with the break the only way I knew how.