I turn forward again and continue home. The snow is so high—nearly two feet in some places—that I hop in order to land in the footprints of yesterday. With each day the journey is easier, for my legs grow taller and my feet smaller with every night. The first day after the snow fell I had to make this path. It was bitterly cold, my speed slothful....
My dear friend, I must say that I am very much saddened by your demise. Although you spent a very large amount of time pushing for the destruction of myself and all that I have created, I still feel as though I have lost a part of myself, as cliché as that sounds. You did, however, bring this upon yourself. I cannot fully explain to you why it was...
I zipped up my wetsuit in complete solitude. There was not a noise around except the quiet sound of the waves softly lapping against the side of my boat. I looked at the gauge on my regulator, checked my goggles, flippers, and my harpoon, just in case. After making sure everything was in order and working, I finally plunged into the black water...
My brother JW is always running these screwball experiments on me, and today the first "test" is shooting me out of a six-hundred-foot cannon. He built the thing in around two days, by himself! My brother promises me that there is a designated target set up for me. Accordingly, he equips me with a parachute to pull when I actually see the target. ...
