Lyle writes:
I am reasonably certain that Enough is no longer on this side of the wall. I have found the point at which we parted company and the drone has been both directions from that point, and not a sign of Enough anywhere.
Time we cross over and begin our search there.
Rufus seems excited at the prospect.
Have them in sight!
Lyle writes:
Getting close to the wall now. Will send up the drone and try to locate where Enough is waiting for us. I hope he is waiting.
I myself can’t wait to tell him the news. Not about our nemesis of days before, I haven’t made up my mind about telling him about her. But about the return of the prodigal bird. Rufus is back with me. I had stopped to rest and get my bearings, and when I got up to continue, he flew right up to me. I can tell he has not lacked for food. Still I have given him a little something.
Now to get us all safely back together.
Think I’ll have the drone hop the wall every so often on its search for our companions.
Lyle writes:
Here I am starting a journal. No idea if I can keep it up.
I don’t think I would on my own. Not without the suggestion of my new companion, whose name I do not know. Not that I haven’t asked, but I’ve asked so many times now that finally he will only reply, “Enough! Enough!”
So I’ve taken to calling him simply Enough.
Though who am I to talk? I know what it is like for one not to disclose his name. An easy habit to form when you don’t know what it is. I was relieved to run across someone who had heard of me. And could give me a name to go with my face.
Lyle. I guess I like the sound of it. No one chooses their own name. Or almost no one.
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