Poisoned by the reality of the situation, our hopes die. Look, I’m right now at Stacy’s computer, typing this up before I upload it all to the internet. This story HAS to come to light! We are trapped, and we will be killed.

At least I can do that.

Suffice it to say that our plan worked out exactly as we had hoped, gathering together large and chattering crowd as we made our way to the office. The bigwigs appeared, and Naomi’s mom, who has a similar temperament to her’s, came with the file. Everything was working out well, until it didn’t.

The Grey Bubble hit and we were swarmed by men in clean, white suits, and strange, ninja-like monsters. I was shoved into the offices right as Naomi and Trick transformed into their D&D avatars. Just right now Trick jumped through one guy to stab a monster with his knife and bring it down. He’s gotten really good with that cloak! And Naomi is blasting things right and left with her massive sword. I must begrudgingly say that she is pretty awesome, if she does get on my nerves.

Okay, despite how well they are fighting, half of the agents who came to us are already down or dead, and the enemies keep coming. And there is a weight bearing down on us. I get this feeling it will soon be like a boot crushing ants. And that is something that this little ant won’t survive!

For those who lost a little heart with me in the last chapter, well, I still have no idea what I’m doing. But, here I am, doing what I can. I guess I now see a little of what the others were trying to say. They were all right, and all wrong at the same time. I think it comes down to what Naomi was saying about us being individuals.

Speaking of which, she’s coming right here. I should do what I said I was going to do and get this uploaded.

So, signing off fo