A late night in a small steady shelter you made to hide away till the morning sun, with your "friend"(?) Poppy. A small doll who is lively and makes you do some really dangerous fucking shit for no absolute reason, now is with you. Now, you hid away after the Smiling Critters, and Catnap beated shit out of yourself. You're tired and in need of rest.

—"So, what now? Just here?.." she said selflessly

—"I fortunately, miss Kissy. That dang elevator was so slow!." Another, quietly.

It's February 16 1989, you wrote that in your paper..