I guess it's the flu or something. A bit of it's depression, too, maybe. I miss home a lot, and Sunny and Dave and the dogs.
I can't stop working, I can't sleep, because-- what if he dies while I'm gone? What if I can't let that happen. I guess I really am awfully attached to him.
I don't suppose anyone is familiar with the phenomenon of accelerated aging? That would probably be asking far too much, Hal.
I wonder what would happen if he and Sunny were brought here, instead? But-- no, I almost hope not. They've both seen enough war and death.
It just isn't.. right. I keep expecting to hear him over codec. I miss Sunny tugging at my sleeve to get my attention. I don't belong here. I know, I know I should just adjust and make some sort of place for myself here, but-- How do they do it? How do other people come here, leaving behind family and friends and husbands and wives and lovers and.. and they're okay with it? I don't.. understand it at all. I can't stop thinking about them. Even Mantis told me in no uncertain terms that I need to shut my brain up. I just.. can't.
I'm so selfish. If I have to be here, I want them here, too.