Dear faithful readers,

I'm writing this note to inform you that this story is on hiatus until further notice. It may not even be updated again, period, as far as I know. As much as I enjoy the plot that I was starting to weave, and as much as I enjoy the idea of Gaz fighting for Dib, I really just can't continue at this point. The themes within this—the fact that Dib is in a mental institution being the main one—are just too much for me to handle right now. In real life a person who I have considered a very good friend of mine has…broken. He was institutionalized at the beginning of the year and came home supposedly "better" a few weeks ago. Tonight I witnessed just how not better he is, and after spending almost two hours listening to the incoherent ramblings of someone I care greatly about, I really just don't think that I can continue this. It hits too close to home at the moment.

I may change my mind after a few weeks, or even days. All I know is that I've spent the past half hour staring at a blank page and just the thought of writing anything that has to do with insanity or theories that no one else understands…seeing things no one else sees…I just can't do it. I'm sorry.

I wish that I could be the person that I am writing Gaz to be. I wish I could find the evidence that proves everything that my friend is speaking of. However, there is no way that I can prove that six is a prime number, nor is there a way that I can fix the coding in the program that he's writing so that it breaks Microsoft or whatever the hell he's trying to do, or convince him that, if the program crashes than it is impossible. I just can't. Either he's blind to the world, or the world is blind to him, but either way, I can't fix anything. And writing about someone who can just makes me feel even worse and even more helpless.

So I'm sorry, dear readers. I'm still going to update YOLT as regularly as I have and all that, but this story has to lie in wait for now.

Sincerely,

-j