Journal Entry: March 29

[wright_idea]

Three days.

Three GODDAMN days.

Somewhere, someone has just taken three days out of my life. I don't know what they did or why they did it. But because of whatever they did to me in those three days, the stupidest, easiest tasks are suddenly impossible for me to do. They didn't just damage my brain, they TOOK parts of it. Can't write, can't make a sandwich, can't tie my damn TIE...

I'm going to find them. I'm going to find them, and I'm going to drag the truth out if it kills me. They thought if they erased my memory, they could bury what they did, but they can't. They messed with the wrong lawyer.

I WILL find them. And I will reveal them for who they are, and what they did.

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[octopus-hubris.livejournal.com]

I don't really know... have you picked up any stalkers through the Nexus? There are quite a few sick people around here, and it doesn't seem impossible that someone from, say, that sleazy bar you've been going to, for example, would have abducted you for their own means.

Yes, Clair is the one. I'm glad that she could help you; even if she can be a bit too experimental at times, I trust her and her skill as a doctor.

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[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Slea -- Otto, really! You could at least GO to it before deciding it's of low character. Sheesh.

Yeah, she seems to really know what she's doing.

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[octopus-hubris.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that I have problems with being entirely at the mercy and scrutiny of another individual(s). In the Sanctuary, at least, no-one is in charge.