Day 175: 23 Jan 2011
They must have me on some drugs. Physically, I feel a whole lot better. Mentally is a different story. Everything is hazy, confusing, surreal. Time doesn't seem to be moving in a straight line anymore.
I'm aware of some things. There's a kid named Briggs looking after me. We're in some kind of hospital or infirmary. We're close to the Atlantic Ocean. Travis, Cassie, and the Air Force shadow guy are off on a mission.
I'm very tired. I need sleep.
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