LOST

There’s a battle raging inside my head right now. Part of me knows Xamn will be all right. Fate would not let everything come together and happen just as it did and then turn around and let Zachary succeed in killing him anyway. And that’s the half that tells me I need to get out of town for a few days. But the other half is anxious to again be at his side, frustrated by the inability to do so, uneasy about the lack of news, and wary of Zachary’s cunning and zeal. I think the best thing to do right now is to lie low, bide my time and let my opposing inner wills fight amongst themselves until the smoke clears. The dagger’s safe with Detective Alderman. She hasn’t gotten back to me with a copy of the symbols, but whatever. I know she’s busy. Things will come together when they need to.