I don’t want to go out there. I have a confused idea that there will be police cars and media trucks. Like there were in Contact. Like there were that day in Eagle Crest. I know that’s not true but I keep thinking it. I also know my parents are probably on their way here at supersonic speeds. Anyway I’m not going out there. Hercules is quiet, leaning on my leg. He’s probably feeling worn out after the fuss. He’s still pretty little.
