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I miscalculated.
I missed the New York event.
I landed in the right universe, the right city, the right god damned block. But I was three days, four hours, five minutes and twenty-seven seconds too late.
That event, Ozymandias' creature, that was my failsafe. The Comedian is dead, the creature has detonated, Dr. Manhattan is gone, and the New Frontiersman - the issue with Rorshach's journals, the issue that caused the conspiracy-minded community to burst ever so briefly into the limelight - says that Rorshach is probably dead too.
Ozymandias won't kill me. He won't even have me killed by a third party. If I come to his attention, he'll know I'd never jepordize his goal. Besides, in a few days, he'll shut himself away and not be seen again until his very public funeral. I could hardly miss a world event of that magnitude in my studies of this universe.
Comedienne might, when she comes out. She's violent enough. But she's with Nite Owl and he won't kill. He may not let her kill.
I think my best bet is to wait for Rorshach.
I found another one of Rorshach's spare faces when I was looking for food. I want to die quickly, not starve to death. Maybe I'll get lucky and eat some rat poison by mistake. So far I've found three masks, a fedora and two trenchcoats, although one of the trenchcoats has a hole worn through in the elbow. I've patched it up as best as I can. They won't be able to see it in the dark anyway, and Rorshach doesn't do media. I'll point it out to him when he shows up, before he kills me.
It's funny. I would have thought he'd have shown up by now. I've hardly seen anyone at all since the government took Ozymandias' creature away last month. But the only people who showed up have been some homeless kids, most of them girls. And more government people. But nobody like Rorshach. Nobody tall as me, and thin like they've been eating out of a dumpster, and bold, crazy, hopeless or stupid enough to jump into situations they probably won't walk away from...
Oh.
I miscalculated.
I guess I should find a journal.