I’m in college, and I can’t concentrate. I need to get away. I need to go home. I need to listen the Angels. They said I’ll get sent a message, but I’m going to miss it. I can’t leave, I won’t be able to. Even if I left, there’s no way to get home. It’s a two hour walk, and I can’t risk it anyway. The Others will get me. They all know the medication didn’t kill me, and the Angels said they’re angrier. I’m stuck in this building. I can’t leave until 5. I’m going to miss the message, and I’m going to get punished again.