I don't know how I'll be able to face my dad, but I want to be the one who hands him the urn. And face whatever it is to come.

Thanks, the puddle people are your problem now.

So are you saying someone put them in charge of guarding the secrets in the ice?

I wonder what's hiding in the arctic?

Me neither, good thing it's mostly sand here.

I suppose you’re right, hitting a dead person over the head seems unceremonious. Though if anyone questions, perhaps I could just say this is what we do back home.

Thanks again, cheers and good luck. I hope you never find a puddle in your room.

Perhaps I should hit him with the shovel a few times before we bury him? Or perhaps the locals will want to burn his body and send it out to sea?

I might do some digging but for the most part, I’m going to stay on this little beach and live my life and let the rest of you guys worry about the fate of the world from now on. I’ve done my part.

I believe it thinks it paid its debt as well. Thank you for those kind words, but it'll still be hard to chew on when innocents get hurt. Poor Pascal.

I think I agree...but what if more people start dying? What if more puddles spread from bed to bedroom? What have I done? What have I slept with.

They're still alive under there? I don't think I'll be able to find Chloe. I wonder what it wants them for...information? Infiltration? No, or else it would want them to leave...imprisonment?

I don't know what their end goal was, maybe the RRF were sort of emissaries? The other nations allowed them to conduct expeditions there and you need permission in order to do so.

I believe it was trying to get both London and Chloe, and it didn't look as if it wanted either to leave. It almost looked as if the thing wanted to keep them there.

I believe Chloe was, but Pascal was the only other person who knew about it. Since she disappeared for some time and was likely turned. I believe she spared me because I saved her on the helicopter and she owed me a favor.

It's not like I haven't thought about it. But the idea of warm sand between my toes again. I just can't pass it up even if there's a glimmer of hope.

I don’t know, but we’re about to get some answers. Doctor Grant is in here with us and right now we have nothing but time.

fiddles

Perhaps unrelated but my mom always said never trust a man with two first names or ones with goatees. She says one the devil doesn’t know who to beckon and the other the devil can’t recognize. I never found much sense in it, but it’s eerily starting to make sense now.

I hope she’s alright. I hope they didn’t get her. They might be after women….after all

I'm just trying to stay awake right now. I'm so tired. So sleepy. My hands are worn and my eyelids are heavy. And my brain just keeps droning the same two words over and over again. No sleep. No sleep. nosleep.

I'm starting to as well...and thank you. I'll try not to fall asleep.

I'm going to need a straight forward answer.

Did you clarify that you meant humans because you're still afraid they're keeping tabs on you from the cold war era or because you want to assure me that you're human as well? And not one of these things.

And no, I didn't know that. Thanks for the information. I'll see if there's any correlation. But honestly. I just want to get home.

I thought the moon landing was in 1969?

Thanks Horrormen!

I am pretty fast..

What about me?