August 2009
Well that pretty much couldn't have gone worse. Lazarevic killed Jeff. I'm not sure Elena will ever forgive me, and she sure as hell isn't ever going to forgive Chloe. To be fair I'm not sure I will either. My stomach still aches from where Flynn shot me that scumbag. If it hadn't been for the locals, I would have bled out in the snow. I really don't want to die somewhere cold, that's what this has taught me. The only mildly good piece of news we have is that I managed to find the phurba after the train derailed. Don't ask me how, I can barely remember anything other than Chloe managing to save herself once more while I ate a bullet. I'm well enough to walk around now and tomorrow I'm going to see this strange German guy who lives here, Scherman of Schaefer or something. He says he has something important for me. I'm hoping it's a first class ticket to Hawaii, though why he'd still be living in this oxygen deprived ice mountain if he did is beyond me. It's not just the cold and the heights that are making me uneasy either. If Lazarevic and Flynn have spent so much money, energy and blood to reach this stone, I can't see them stopping now. I just plan to be well the hell away from here when they arrive....
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