Yukon, I don’t know dates anymore
I think I’m gonna die.
It might appear really abrupt and desperate to say, but we’re freezing. We live in the car with no heat.
Mister Moore coughs really badly and I can barely write.
They say the body in Seatle is Dorianne. Dory.
They say she was killed. They don’t know by whom, but they are sure it is a murder.
An old lady doesn’t stop talking on the radio. She says she is Dory’s GrandMother.
Is she mine as well ?
Dear Diary, I’m cold.