Day Fifty Two AM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

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!


Day Fifty One AM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

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.

Day Forty Four AM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

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.