This is the compound I have grown to know.  I felt like I would never hear that ticking again.

Buckle in, this may be a bumpy ride.

[Abe Macnair]

I could use some Abe cuddling and all that romantic jazz.  I need to cheer myself up and who better than you?

And I wanted to tell you how sorry I am I leave you all alone.  I am really sorry bout that.

[/End Private]

So they told me this book was for communication. Looks like a journal to me. How does a book communicate?

Looks like England. Smells like England. I bet I'm in fucking England. Great. Aloha.

A lot of people seem to have found jobs by now. Do we have bakers or cooks yet? I have product for sale. I also could use helpers? If people good at tending land?

As of now, Peppers is officially open. Don't let the name fool you, we've got a variety of dishes, from sandwiches, to salads, soups, and more.

We'll be open Monday through Friday for lunch and dinner, Saturday lunch only, but we'll be closed on Sunday.

And if anyone is still looking for work, I could use a few more hands.

So I think instead of a full blown restaurant, I'm going to start a cafe. Small start, expandable, seems like a good plan.

If anyone is still looking for a job, I could use a few people to help out.

[Private]

Still can't believe it. Makes me wonder what happens to me. Was I there? Did I die too? What do I do without her? She saved me, and I couldn't even return the favor. O+ work Macnair. O fucking +.

[Cayenne]

I'm thinking of calling the cafe "Peppers." What do you think?

So, am I supposed to get a job or something. I've never had a job. I don't even know what I'd do.

I can cook, so... Is there a restaurant that needs a chef?

I was cooking. I was in the kitchen, cooking. Now I'm not. What is happening? Dorcas? Babe? Cayenne, this isn't exactly what I had in mind when you suggested a safe house.