Wandering Thoughts

I've spent weeks, months, without leaving my apartment. That's how it feels, at least. I know only a few days have passed, but it has felt much, much longer.

My login to Marionettes no longer works. Whenever I try to get in, it just boots me back to the login screen. I don't know what the Signal is, or what happened to those in Station 85. Previous mentions of structural instability don't inspire confidence. I wonder if the same phenomenon is happening in my apartment right now. Everything feels wrong.

I wonder what Edward's endgame is. He must have a plan. It seems likely that he was the one to send the remote communicators to the former employees, but I don't think he sent me the remote access key to Marionettes. Riley said I shouldn't have gotten anything. Perhaps it was this Signal that did it. Maybe with the receivers it has.

Are they alive? I'm not sure. I'm not even sure Edward is. But I know Riley is. I don't know how I know, but I can feel it. She's still alive.

There's some rolling thunder in the distance. A storm might be coming.