The plan to leave rose up like a wave in him. A big wave a catastrophic wave. But instead of a crash and the destruction of change he sort of gave up. 

Watching the wall was fine for a little, and then he started playing on his phone more. Then...

He felt weird flushed in the face he kept looking around. Trying to notice if he had been followed here. That would be the only way. He was angry, angry at the kids and all the people he was angry at the world. 

He slammed his put his phone in...

He walked in to the coffee shop. It had one wall that was exposed brick and everything was clean white. It was built in a bad area, but now it was good. At least that’s what people said about it. They didn’t go into it. He never asked more. There...

He wished there was an app where could just write his thoughts and they’d turn to words. He wanted to write down everything about  Spacecity he wanted to go to the press. He wanted to expose everything. Then he wanted to leave. Pack up everything and go. 

He first was...

He initially thought to run. Escape throw the phone away he could withdraw some money and then buy another car and get out of there. Maybe they’d ping different places and find him.

He thought then to call his mom. She’d know what to do. Probably she’d mistake it for a...

He searched everywhere in the house. The usual spaces where they’d hide sensors. Then more where people told him and where he knew some people had placed sensors and microphones. Nothing was there absolutely nothing. 

They probably were mad then about them going dark. Maybe they could see the battery...

He found himself the next day on the floor of his bathroom. The mirror had “we Know” written on it and he was bruised pretty badly. He pretended to be still for a while. An hour or so to figure out if someone was there.

They left no trace. Aside from...

He was driving now. The radio low was probably about 15 min away. The small road led to a expressway and he merged on to save him a few minutes. He was probably the only car for a few miles. Large trucks he slowly caught up with. He passed one...

The feeling didn’t leave him. He felt he was being followed. Or maybe it was just in his head the tea and everything. It was a lot of caffeine, the slushie probably wouldn’t help. 

In the car he felt safe could drive either way he cracked open the beef jerkey...

The gas station was well lit. It was off the highway. An old road that years before probably was something of a highway, but was too small so they built a bohemoth next to it. 

There was a gas station just off of it. They sold all sorts of things...