December 11th, 2003


That's all there is to it. Bloody fate that always brings me back to you.

You can't run away from your past. You can't camouflage yourself with the white picket fence and charming fixer-upper, Ripper. I will always find you. We're connected, you and I, somewhere down deep.

What a brilliant day of discoveries! I have my resource and my Ripper. I think I'll celebrate with a stiff drink and a spell. Test the waters again and see just how far her powers stretch. I feel so wired I could raise a demon myself.

Speaking of wired, looks like an evening of serious research. I really must send a thank you card to my geek friend in Seattle. Ah, the wonders of the digital age. With a single keystroke, all privacy is lost and your lives are on display for all to see.

Chaos masked behind the promise of a better life. I love technology.