Remember that little finger I said was keeping me safe? Well, she isn’t keeping me safe anymore. She’s stepped away right when things are craziest, the way she likes to. She hasn’t said no, she hasn’t said yes. She’s letting chance decide. As is her way.
The only thing protecting us now is that the Illuminati don’t know where we are. Not going to last long. But we’re up to an eyeful and more than meets the eye also, I promise you that. It’s just a race to see if we can finish what we’re up to before they get here. My prediction: It will all be over, one way or the other, in a couple of weeks. Either they win or we do.
In the mean time, my own lifespan has become more indefinite, but in a bad way. So I’ve handed over everything I’ve written to ObservingAll. No matter what happens to me you’ll get to read it.
I’m also writing up some reflections Menniss politely shouted in my ears a bit ago after battering my door down and half throttling me. Those will go up too. And then … well, we’ll see.
Back to the quill. — Ox