Day One Thousand Ninety Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Of course, we did not concentrate on such topics while Sy and Elam led us out from underneath the rubble. And the rest of the day was consumed with seeking out and helping those trapped and or wounded.

Mei directed our efforts there.

Remarkably, there were injuries but no deaths. The best we can tell.

Elijah’s warning had made all the difference.

Come this morning we linked up again with Tomas. He had seen to the safety of the Supreme Commander. Who, once safe, was off and running for the front.

Then, we had time to consider our questions.

But on that matter we were inconclusive – except for our necessity of finding less conspicuous lodgings.

Again Tomas saw to that.

Day Nine Hundred Eighty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I almost asked Mary about her daughter Retha, but a closer view of Mary’s face told all. Lines of sadness were stamped into her countenance.

She hugged me, then embraced her son who held my gaze, an apology in his eyes for not preparing me.

The Purser directed us to a spot to rest. Instead Elijah and I found their special place and spent the night in intercession.

The area atop the plateau could easily accommodate a larger group, as we learned when the Purser showed us around.

And so it had at one time.

Now their numbers are dwindling through disease and untreated injuries.

More than ever we felt a renewed impetus to bring them to the hiding place.