Raine had finally convinced me to stay in my bed, where I could not ‘cause any bodily harm to myself.’

I was facing the window when a strange urge grabbed me feverishly, and I found myself reaching towards my drawer.

It feels so good to write again. How long has it been since I’ve written in this journal? I bet it’s been quite a long time. Or, at least, that’s how it feels.

The pages of the journal still smell like Arizona. I can even pick out the scent of the coffee that I had on the morning that we left.

Gosh, that seems like eons ago.

If anything, I’m much closer to Raine now, even though I know close to zilch about the guy.

Scooter and Raine are getting along better…eh, sort of, anyway. Scooter annoys Raine from time to time and vice-versa, but I still stand by what I said on our trip to the airport.

They’re like counterparts of each other. What had I said? Oh, yes.

They’re both stubborn. They use violence to get their way.

I set my pen down.

And yet…

Strangely caring.