After fleeing Japan, my travels find me more or less safe in New York City...America. Not where I would have expected to find myself anytime soon, but I knew that a once-trustworthy teammate could be found here. So far, he hasn't killed me yet. So far so good. Tonight is Halloween here, and I entertained the momentary idea of throwing a sheet over my head and joining the kids in rounding up candy. However, there is still work to be done. I haven't sat down and talked to him yet about just what the plan will be. I just know that we have to move, and I wonder if Nagi will call his own teamamtes.

Things are a mess right now, and I hope that they will start to fix themselves soon. But then again, I think I'm the only one that can do that. I think I'll have to call Sena and Ken soon...

And thus, I find myself thrust out of my home, my life, and anything I once knew. I saw what was happening and was yet powerless to stop it. I had thought that Grandfather would be able to think for himself. Now it's too late, and because of the "Good Son", I am forced to leave without even paying my respects.

I'm the prime suspect. I wonder how that happened.

Thank goodness for Nagi-kun, my support and my saviour. My only company in this journey. Time to find out if we are alone.

This journal is going to be used for another game. Now would be a great time to unfriend it if you don't want to know what Omi's up to these days.

Friday, August 15
Mid afternoon/Evening

It's really cute... ^_^

( A Grocery Trip? Part I )