Day 193 at sea. Thoughts of the homestead fill my mind, I can't stop thinking about it. The TV. Microwave dinners. Abundant toilet paper. High-speed Internet! The day I left, you said that it was over between us. I thought you meant you wanted to live apart, but now I know you were sending me to my death. We ran out of food recently. No more cup o' noodles or cheese crackers. Nothing. Pretty soon we'll start eating each other, there's no doubt. I have my eye on the portly man from Manchester. At least I have the potion. It's the only way to bring Fuya back to health. I must get back!