My father's friend is in the hospital right now. I made the mistake of looking at her chart, and I wish I hadn't done that. It looks really bad, and I'm not sure what to do for him.
I've had these really... bad dreams lately. Booker and I
come from the same universe share the same dream space, and I feel like he's the only person I can go to about them. But right now he's got so much on his plate, I guess I'll have to post my troubles on the internet. I'm not sure if that's a kosher thing to do or not, but I'm doing it anyway.
A woman I thought was bad - and then thought was a revolutionary - and then learned... well it's complicated, but it turns out revolutions aren't at all like they're glorified in books. Anyway, she threatened to kill a child. Up until then, Booker had done all the killing, and I just kept him alive. But... it was me. I did it. And I just... I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about it.