Day Eight Hundred Eighty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I worked on the damaged drone all day. I isolated the problems and gave a list of parts to Jezer when he returned from the hiding place.

He promised to have what I need sometime overnight.

Meanwhile Meesa made some calculations and came up with a deadline for us. We need to have everyone out by the day after tomorrow. We will time it to the morning exodus for scrap recovery.

Elijah held up by himself in his new favorite spot – a tiny, little garden, set in the courtyard of the residence Meesa shares with us.

He has chosen to fast until further notice. And to prepare himself for another round of meetings late tonight.

No sleep for me either.

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Day Five Hundred Forty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We met with the Captain to ask if he might have any medical supplies from the ship’s stores to spare for the sufferers at the city hospital. He was generous in response.

For his part he wanted to know what our future plans might be. He felt his business should be concluded by the end of the week. And would we be shipping out with him again or not?

We were not prepared to give an answer right then, but promised a reply before the deadline.

Tomas gathered the supplies and released G from his duties to accompany us.

Upon our return to the hospital Elijah insisted that we be allowed to enter for we intended to spend the night.

Day Three Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are in a quandary.

We want Mary and her children to return with us to the ship. But she dares not go back.

And the more she shares with us her reasoning, the more we are swayed to her thinking. All the followers of Hamashiach left the city after a prophetic warning from one of its leaders.

Having missed the Glorious Appearance through unbelief, they are all skittish about departing the path prescribed for them. She has only lingered in this area in hopes of her husband’s return before the deadline.

Elijah and I agree that we will soon have to return to the city and the ship. Our path continues from there.

What will we tell the Purser?

Day One Hundred Eighty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It is obvious to both Lyle and myself that Moglen and Stan are angling for leverage. Despite their promise to the contrary, they count on everyone in the encampment giving in and accepting the mark if Lyle were to set the example.

The fact that Lyle did not dismiss the plot out of hand must give them hope. The same fact gives me pause, more so since Lyle won’t discuss why he didn’t.

Moglen did not set a deadline for the decision, yet. I believe Lyle sees it as an open door to bring more longing souls out of their clutches.

But I see a deeper stratagem on their part to bog us down, knowing we won’t abandon the helpless.