Monday, July 28th 2008:

On my way to Las Vegas, yesterday night, the car ran out of gas, so I had no other option but to leave it. Luckily, I found myself a ride that would take me there. The one driving was a young woman, who was a Hollywood producer, on her way to some kind of business in Las Vegas. She noticed that I flinched at the sound of Hollywood. I didn't tell her why, but she somehow understood. She told me that she and her brother have been through something themselves. First their parents died then her boyfriend turned out to be, and I'm using her own words, a real beast. She and her brother were lucky that he didn't kill either one of them, or even got them to turn just like him. It almost sounded like her boyfriend was a werewolf and trying to change them as well. It wasn't any of my business, nor did I have any way of knowing for sure whether she indeed meant "werewolf", so I didn't ask anything.

You may be interested to know that before I hitched my next ride, I used the laptop again. When I did, Hana told me that I should erase all the files I have on her, and destroy the laptop I used, especially it's hard-drive. I'm guessing she's afraid of someone finding out about her and her friends, so I did as I was told.

My stay in Las Vegas was quite brief, though. I only came to see the... well, light city with my own eyes. While surely it's the one place to get rich in one night, it is also the place to get poor in one night. Okay, I do admit to have tried one game. I didn't win... much, but I suppose it was enough just to take the bus out of town, and to buy myself a decent meal, which I haven't had in a very long time. It also allowed me to sleep in a cheap hotel. Didn't think I'd find such a place in Las Vegas, but I did, albeit that when I entered the hotel, I had to go through another casino. That is what would make Las Vegas a real pain to visit. Every restaurant, every hotel,... everywhere you enter, you come across a casino first. Imagine being too young to enter a casino, and you're visiting Las Vegas, how are you supposed to eat anywhere, or even sleep anywhere?

I can't say that my ride in this bus was very quiet. Somewhere out back, there were three cats that make a lot of fuss. And I don't mean that there's an old lady in the back who owns three cats, which make people's lives miserable. If only that were the case, honestly. I meant three cats, who resemble Darkwing Duck, or even those three ducks that got me into Basin City, in that they too acted very human. According to my doctor, I'm allergic to cats, so I've got had to do my very best not to sneeze, otherwise they'd hear me and bother me. One thing I should note is that these kids claim to have seen the entire Warner Bros. Studios built. Unless I'm mistaking, that happened decades ago, and they can't be that old. Unless... You know how some people would say about others (whom despite their age, still keep acting like children) would never frow up? In this case, I'd say it's quite literal. They keep acting like children, or some exaggerated version of them, and therefor they'll physically never grow old. In a way, I envy them. If they'd ever die of anything, it wouldn't be of age. For once, I feel envy for cats.

Anyway, so now I'm somewhere in the state of Colorado. I had to get off, because my allergies were really acting up at a point, I was afraid I couldn't hide from them any longer. So I got off at the first stop. Well, the first stop since I decided to get off, that is. I only know that I am in Colorado, because that's what the last sign I saw read.

Tuesday, July 29th 2008:

Again, I found myself in another difficult situation. And all I did was just passing through, but not to these people.

I arrived at a place called Creek Mountain, which had a military complex. But just because I was passing by, these soldiers arrested me, held me for hours inside the complex, asking me all these weird questions. When I asked them why I was being arrested, they said I was trespassing military property. This was funny. I mean, some miles away from there, I passed by another such complex in Cheyenne Mountain, and nothing happened. But pass by this mountain and all of Earth is shaking. They asked me what I was doing there, what I know and where I got my info from. Even when I, after a few hours, finally convinced them that I was just passing through, they still wouldn't let me go. They kept me for observation, or even asked me questions about... well, me. I showed myself to them with a different I.D. than the one I used to get into the US. And though they believed it was my real identity (or so they said), they wanted to know whether I knew anything about that, and I quote: "Terrorist, car-thief and murderer". I said I didn't, which wasn't a lie. I didn't kill anyone, nor did I steal any car, or even plan to terrorize anyone. But again, they didn't believe a word I said. Shortly after that, they found out what was on my USB-stick. Likely believing it has some valuable intel, I guess they were pissed when all they got was just some eighties song. It would have been funny if the situation wasn't so serious.

That's when V showed herself. Following Hana's advice, I decided to just call this girl V. She was an FBI agent, to whom the fake I.D. I used meant something. I can't say what it is, but when she saw that somebody was arrested, using that name, she rushed down to Creek Mountain to find me. I explained my situation to her, not talking about Hana. Unfortunately, she didn't believe me when I said I just made this I.D. myself. That's when she did confide with me that she knew something weird is going on. She didn't just happen to have found out about the I.D. I used, somebody who called himself Warren told her. If I remember correctly, Hana did show me that a Warren was part of her group. Still, it was possible that she knew something that I didn't, so I couldn't be too careful about saying anything. That's when V's cell-phone rang. Which was strange, as we were underground. These things actually work down here? In any case, both Warren and Hana were talking, and told V about who I really was. Knowing all that, V decided to help me. She would help get every file that exists about me deleted, so there's no record of me whatsoever. It did make me wonder why Hana nor Warren ever thought of doing that themselves. They said it would be too conspicuous if these computer-files just disappeared. Plus, there's the possibility that people kept written records as well, which they can't delete.

When I asked them what makes me so important, they didn't answer. All they said is that the less I know, the better. But if I don't know anything, then how am I supposed to lie to anyone? To them, if I don't know anything, I won't have to lie. So, I still don't know what it is that makes me so important.

So anyway, V managed to convince the military that she'll personally escort me to a better place, where she can further interrogate me. She did insist that she'd be allowed to take all my belongings with me, as was also insisted by Hana and Warren. Once I was sure that I've had everything, we rode away from Creek Mountain, on our way to the FBI's headquarters, which is in Texas. We could have taken the plane, but since I'm supposed to be someone trespassing governmental property, and therefor a terrorist, that would make me a liability to be let on a plane. So we're forced to take the car. Oh well, there isn't much that V has to say. As it appeared, though she's younger than me, she was even more of a cynic than I am. Altogether, since she's not talking much, that gives me some time to write in this journal, and to read in my book. The road to Texas will be long, so I suppose I'd have read much of the book by then.