Entry Three

Dear Diary,

Guess what? Today was not the end of me either. Instead, Ear thingys stuffed in my ears and a flat Ipod, I awoke to Thomas smacking my mouth and pointing upstairs. Minion! Was the only word I could make out around his thumb. I ran upstairs and stuck my eye into the spyhole. Thomas was right. An oversized minion from “Despicable Me” did indeed stand there – otherwise known as a FEMA employee in an “Orange is the New Black” HAZMAT suit – His knocking frantic now that he realised someone was home. I shouted that I couldn't unlock the door – he insisted I unlock the door – I insisted I couldn't – he insisted I UNLOCK THE DOOR– the entire situation punctuated by Thomas and Casey having an Astronaut versus Minion debate. This went on for five minutes before another FEMA Employee/Minion/Astronaut arrived and hauled the first out of sight – counting body bags no doubt! (Got a conspiracy joke in for you dad!). Anyway, Minion/Astronaut/Employee No.2, reappears at the door and slips a note under it – in one deft motion impregnating dad's impenetrable fortress. Below is a (much neater, less hasty) copy of the letter:

Jenny, other kids.

You don't know me, but I know your father.

He wouldn't want you to go to the FEMA Camp.

Sit tight, don't go outside. Don't let anyone in.

I'll try and come back for you.

STAY INSIDE.

No Cats.

Knowing your dad, I know you have more supplies

Than FEMA at your disposal.

This thing could still blow over. Your father keeps a

Police Scanner behind the Beer fridge.

I suggest you charge it.

I had already found the Scanner, but so far have heard only static. Your guess is as good as mine

when it comes to the cat thing – even writing it makes me shrug. This thing could still blow over couldn't be more cryptic -- full HAZMAT? You know, I'm wondering if this isn't some game my dad's cooked up to test my survival skills. I would be annoyed at my dad, but if it is a real TEOTWAWKI event, and he isn't here to help then I'm going to be a lot more then annoyed. I rely on him, and now, when I need him, he's MIA. It does something weird to your brain, when you realise you rely on someone more than yourself. It breeds doubt.  Especially when I see by Thomas and Casey faces that they are starting to feel that exact same way about me.

Anyway, I promised the kids a bubble bath with the last of the hot water. Beyond that, I guess FEMA

are + 3 Body Bags (oops I did it again). The Stevens are staying put for now.

Update Soon.