For anyone who hasn’t seen; Elaine has died. Her death was not without warning, so, before she died, she made sure I was on hand to take custody of Emily. I got her from Elliott this morning with some scrapes, burns and bruises, nothing I couldn’t treat with a first aid kit. Whatever damage she’s got in her heart is another matter entirely. Elliot is not the best with kids, as he himself admits, so there was only so much he could do before I got there and even I couldn’t do all that much to calm her down. It’s going to take a while for her to adjust, but I’m confident I can help her through this or, at the very least, find someone who can.
I’m on the way back to the mansion with Emily. Between the money I have left, the money I saved by leaving for a month and a half and the money I procured more recently, I have enough to keep the house solvent for a year. Hopefully that will be time enough. I don’t know what Elliott meant when he said Emily would appreciate a permanent home. He seems to have forgotten I’m not going to be around for much longer. I can take care of Emily for now, but when the disease begins to progress into the more debilitating stages, I’m going to have to find someone else to care for her. Unfortunately, in this world in which we find ourselves, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be able to find someone she can get attached to who won’t end up dying on her a few months later.
At any rate, the next few months are going to be difficult but I will persevere. For Emily’s sake. She’s one person I refuse to let get caught in my crossfire. First though, I need to find the people shooting at me and get rid of them. Starting with Arkham Jones. He’s threatened her once before, he’s not going to do it again. No one will hurt this child as long as she is under my protection.
Assuming nothing pertinent comes up, you won’t hear from me again until Emily and I are back in Vermont. It should only take a few days, but don’t get worried if it’s longer than that. Sometimes it’s just traffic.