Back from London...

and there's a new guy in town. His name is Yas. He was with the Resistance members who came by while we were gone. He's going to be staying here for awhile to recuperate. Apparently he was on a mission in the Americas west - that's where Sal was. I wonder if he knows Sal? I have to ask him. But, so far I haven't been alone with him.

He spends a lot of time with my dad. Tomorrow they're going up north to the highlands. Last time Dad was there he took some pictures for me. I'm putting this one in my scrapbook.

It's so wild compared to where we are. My heart beats faster when I look at it and imagine being there. Maybe some day Dad will let me go with him. I want to see this place, to walk through it's vastness. It's both intriguing and frightening.