Editor's note: This is the first recorded Journal Entry, and it has no official date, as Pendor did not exist when it was transcripted.Editor's note: This is the first recorded Journal Entry, and it has no official date, as Pendor did not exist when it was transcripted. The language of the document is entirely Terran: American Anglic. The Terran date of this document is April 24, 1983 Anno Domini. David Majors Editor and Chief Translator, The Journal Entries of Ken Shardik Project 043 / 0686 "Maybe I'm analyzing it too much," I said. "Maybe you are," Fawn replied. I reacted with a bit of a start, staring at the computer's speaker; that had been the first thing she'd said all night, despite the nature of our present course. I drove quietly up I-84 into the heart of New York through a cold night; the rain sheeted off the car in large gusts, and I drove slowly, the overpriced tires on my heavily modified '84 Pontiac holding the road more precariously than I preferred. "Dammit, it's just not fair! Especially not tonight." Inside me, my thoughts tumbled and churned, the pain in my chest caused by pure frustration. I was near crying as my thoughts drifted back... "You're leaving." It was not a question. I rose from the couch where I sat and looked out over the New York skyline wrapped up in a March midwinter's snow. The flakes fell big and wet outside her window. I tried not to stand too close to her. "I have to." "Why?" she asked. I turned to her and said angrily "Because I have to, okay? Look, I told you back in August when I met you that this was not supposed to become a permanent thing, Kris. I told you as soon as my eyes healed I was going to go again." "But where are you going?" There was anguish in her voice. I'd heard her tell tales of her family; I understood why she couldn't stand to lose someone. "I can't tell you. |