Last Saturday

Braxton and I had some time to work some stuff out on Saturday. It became a bit dramatic when he ran out of the house. And me being the smart, calculating human being I am, followed him outside, without shoes. 
He ran pretty far out into the woods and, I admit, I got really scared. 
The more defining note of this update is that I've been discovered. 

Yeah, yeah, The Operator now knows I exist. 

He most likely also knows who I am and what information about him I disclose to the world. Though my hidey hole has been discovered, I'm not leaving. I refuse to back out of this. I'm too far in to just walk out now. 

Leaving Braxton and everyone else on their own isn't exactly an act of good friendship.