Quinday, Rami 12th 067.M42

Oh Throne. Holy God-Emperor. I don't know where I am. And they know who I am. They've known since I got down here at least. Since I came down last time to follow the hooded people. I don't know how, but they know. They didn't try to come for me in my room last night. They're smart, I don't know if they knew which room I'd booked, or if they just took the assumption from last time I was here. They waited.

I went back to the clinic to ask about Arlean again. I spoke to a one of the senior Sisters. She looked ill herself, tired and hollow-eyed. She told me that Arlean had taken a vow and was leaving on a pilgrimage. That's a lie, I know it's a lie. Even with her faith, Arlean would never just leave like that, not without telling us. But I couldn't argue with her. What was I going to do? Accuse a Sister of lying to me? Even if I'd wanted to, I was concerned by the way the enforcers that they had were looking at me. Like they were just waiting for me to step out of line…

I thought they were enforcers for the clinic. It makes sense. We've had news reports in the past, when an outbreak of an illness occurs, clinics and chirurgeons will get overrun with desperate people seeking treatment, panicky and sometimes violent. Clinics hire muscle to look after their Sisters and chirurgeons. So I didn't think anything about their presence - until I left and they started following me.

I panicked. I didn't know what to do. They hadn't come for me the night before, so I assumed they didn't know I'd come down, but now I'm not so sure. I tried to lose them as I left the clinic, removing my jacket, putting glasses on, moving in the crowds. But every time I thought I'd lost them, I'd turn around again and there… someone was. Bald head. Or black eyes. Or robes. Or some combination of the three. They're everywhere down here.

But then while I was trying to get away from them, I got lost. These streets aren't like my level of the hive. They're a warren, a maze. Alleys lead onto buildings that open out on to major streets that then end up in a dead end. I got turned around. Half the signs are missing, or pointing in the wrong direction. And the feed is patchy at best. Repeaters must be damaged, or so far away as to not have proper coverage.

The point being, that I'm here. I don't know where "here" is. Some warehouse or… abandoned building. I'm hiding in a small room away from the doors. They - whoever they are - know that I'm somewhere here, and they're between me and where I need to be. I can hear noises outside, people running past. Shouting. I don't know if it's related to me or not. I don't know what to do.

I'm here in the dark and I'm hiding and I don't know what to do.

Help.