Dear diary,

I heard mommy in the fog. She said I should follow her and we'd go to America together. I nearly opened the window when Goodman burst into my room. He dragged me to the kitchen and said that we should all stay together for the time being. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong though. Knowing is too dangerous apparently.

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Goodman also said I can't go to school until the fog lifts. He says it's not safe. Gina closed the clinic. We're not to answer the doors or turn off the lights. Always keep the lights on, don't look up the sky, don't look outside. Stay together. Even Theodore gets to stay inside.

I'm having trouble sleeping and I feel like somethings watching me from the cracks on the walls.

Love,

Tina