And now it's time to return to reality.
After a small photo shoot, Catsu and I ate and went for a walk around the city. I told him about my plans to renovate my parents' house, and he said he would help with that, and Nora and Damon would do their part. At least, the purchase of paint for the walls and ceiling on them, and I design the future living room.
I'll think about it tomorrow.
Good night, Diary.
Good morning, Diary.
Today is July 11, 2073, Tuesday.
The temperature outside is +26 and Sunny.
10:31. Sleep mode is completely disrupted, but this is not the main problem now. I want to work out a plan for future repairs to complete it in a week.
14:27. Sammy is going on a regional tour with his band for 2 weeks and will be back for his birthday. I remember his first concert in front of a hundred fans. It was a small but cozy performance where Sammy was the main character.
He prepared for this for six months, wrote a separate album, ordered costumes, completely thought out the party after the concert and prepared contests and gifts for fans. But Sammy could not decide for a long time and constantly postponed the performance. So during a friendly get-together, I offered to play cards on desire. It wasn't exactly the best concert from a technical point of view (at some point the speakers stopped working at all), but this performance was the most important in Sammy's work. Now it gathers several thousand listeners at a time and is proud of it.
Memories came flooding back because I found the poster I was drawing for the first concert. I'll give it to Sammy for his birthday. He likes to collect memorabilia like the one I do photos.
18:53. We did the General cleaning of my parents' apartment much faster than I had planned. So tomorrow, we can paint the walls. I decided that they will be warm colors, and the furniture in the room is cold. Nora approved of my design, so now she's going to the hardware store with Damon. I think Catsu and I will join them after the meal.
20:45. Why are shopping trips so tedious? We spent an hour choosing the right shade of paint. I think I can tell brick from red and terracotta in a couple of seconds. Should I take a week off as a consultant to take a break from web design?
21: 23. The little black angel stretched out so nicely, so I took a picture of her. I will send photos of this cute face to all my friends, because everyone is ready to admire this miracle, and if not, then I am not going to communicate with such people.
21:47. We started the competition again with charming photos of our Pets with Mary. This time she was able to beat me. But I won't let it happen again.
22:07. I'm going to take a bath, listen to an audiobook, and go to bed. You need to return the mode (try to return it).
See you tomorrow, Diary.
Hello, Diary.
Today is July 13, 2073, Thursday.
On the street +27, cloudy.
15:24. I finally gathered my thoughts and strength to write down yesterday's events.
While Catsu and I were painting the walls and fooling around, Becky was helping the investigation as usual. And this time she was closer to the criminals than ever before. For this intimacy, Becky paid with her life. I learned the whole story from Nora that night and went straight to their house, taking Yoru with me. And already on the spot, I learned all the details of what happened from the following police report:
“At 12:00, the search for missing children began.
At 1:40 p.m., Becky picked up the trail.
At 14:15, Becky stopped following my commands and disappeared from view. The search team began to follow the tracker implanted in her chip.
At 14:20, we heard barking from the nearest furniture warehouse.
At 14:23, the missing girl and Becky were found in a fit of rage. Following the instructions, I gave the dog an injection for euthanasia.
At 14:25, a group of researchers and an ambulance were called. No injuries were found on the child, but her memories were “stolen” like those of the other victims.
At 14:35, a full scan of Becky's body was performed. The cause of rabies was a serum containing synthetic epinephrine, which was injected into Becky at approximately 14: 21. Also, a blood sample of the perpetrator was found on Becky's teeth, which became the main lead.
26-th the search Department expresses its gratitude to Becky and Mary Lanford for their assistance to the investigation and offers compensation for the psychological trauma of losing a pet.
To discuss the details, please contact the above address. We are always ready to support you.
Sincerely, Ron Thompson”
Mary locked herself in her room and didn't want to see anyone, but I was able to persuade her to walk with me. We went to a flower shop on the way, because we both knew where we were going. I took forget-me-nots for my grandfather, and Mary took black roses.
We walked in silence until we reached the grove of rebirth. And there I decided to leave Mary alone with the maple tree, and I went to the chestnut tree – the tree of my grandfather's rebirth. I told him about my life, my plans, the surrounding people, my dreams come true as I planted forget-me-nots. We used to gather chestnuts together with Nora and my grandfather, and then make sweets out of them. You need to prepare these sweets and give them to your grandmother, because she loves homemade sweets.
After that, I went to the maple tree and stood next to Mary, who was quietly shedding big tears drop by drop. It was getting dark outside, and I suggested that Mary stay with me, because it would take us an hour to get to her house. So, we had a little late-night party with a movie and a snack of sweets and soda. When I told my sister that Mary was staying the night, she was a little happy. Then she sent me a video of Him running around the house, calling for Becky, trying to find her. After that, I couldn't contain my emotions and called Catsu. By this time, Mary was asleep.
At 10:52 this morning, I asked Catsu to take Mary home and bring the Baby back. For the rest of the time, he took care of me. To distract myself a little, I offered to stop by a furniture store and buy it for the future living room. All this time I felt lost.
Now I write everything down in my parents' house on the comfortable emerald sofa opposite the shelves with my photo albums. I'll stay here because I don't have the energy to go back.
18:32. I had a headache, and there were no more painkillers or sedatives left, so I went to the pharmacy, but I ended up sitting in the Park for a few hours. Why do I feel better here, because I don't remember anything? I have to go to the drugstore and go home another way, or I'll be here for a long time again.
18:41. It was raining outside, and I was glad I had a clear umbrella with me; otherwise, I would have been soaking wet.
19:38. When I got home, I took my medicine and decided to finish decorating the bookcase. It turned out that in our home library there are many interesting works that I planned to read. That's what I'll do before I go to bed.
21:43. Catsu is too much worried about me. He doesn't leave me alone even in an empty apartment, constantly asking about my health in a blog, or calling every half hour.
This concern is very pleasant to me, but I don't want to make him worry. I have to lie to say that everything is fine. We love each other too much to hurt with the truth. And it builds a wall between us.
23:41. I watched a live broadcast from Sammy's concert and started dancing, immersed in this atmosphere of collective mayhem to the songs of my favorite artist. But the blog post brought me back to reality, and the neighbors did not have time to complain about the violation of public peace.