Patrick has been gone for a long time. He left us when a small break in the crowd outside gave him a window. There's a ball of ice where my stomach used to be. After three hours, I have to start seriously considering that he may be dead.
We thought about trying to draw them away again, but they apparently aren't going to take that bait, or they would have all followed Pat, instead of mulling around here. Hopefully their reluctance helped Pat to find a vehicle, or at least shelter.
My phone is about to die.
If this is my last communication until many of you back home see me, then please don't worry. Mom, please remember that we will be careful, and cautious. We will sit here and think about how to get out as long as it takes to figure out a plan. We might get lucky. We might die. But if we do, please, everyone at home remember to be human to each other. In a good way.
But do not, under any circumstances, come here looking for us.
I think we can do it. Shit. Ok, got to go. Hopefully see you all soon.