Down south.

We're in London, and for the first time I feel safe. We're keeping pretty central, staying in a Hostel until we work out where the hell we're gonna go next. The best part of this is lots of people, it's never still here since where I'm located is pretty much a damn tourist attraction. This means, should he arrive here, there are witnesses. Apparently being in a crowd is a good way of being safe from Him. I can't remember what blog said that but yeah, I trust it enough to be able to sleep at night.

Although the Big Bad Wolf... I'm nervous still about him. I probably knocked him out, but I doubt one hit would have killed him. Either way, I sleep with easy access to that monkey wrench... Lucas still isn't talking to me, but he read the comments in his last post, he's being less malicious, in fact he actually let me clean and bandage his finger today. Which is good because I was worried of it getting infected. He's not been sleeping too well, but then nor have I. It's been difficult to focus. I've been getting nightmares of what happened when I left him.

To be honest, I don't think he's willing to talk and I don't think I'm ready to talk about it with him either.

Stay safe, all of you.

-Joel