It's 5:30 in the morning in Kirov. Jet lag is a bitch and I can't tell if I am hungry, still tired or homesick. Everything has just caught up with me. I think I am insane and I need help. I checked my emails before I started typing today. My Uncle is asking where I am. I did not know how to reply. I just told him that something had come up and that I was safe. I hated every second of typing that email.
I lied. I lied and it hurt to do so. I told him that something had come up and that I was safe. But I'm not. I am in the middle of Russia and with a dead woman who wants me to help her find her killer. What is worse is that I'm scared that everything has gotten to my head. If I ask for help, then I'll be locked away forever, and if this is all real and that I can see ghosts...then what? What now?
So perhaps the only thing I can do is push forward. Natalya is brooding and mumbling behind me. She is still trying to move things around but she looks drained, even for a ghost. I really need to do some hard core Googling after all this because if this becomes an occupation, then I need to know what I'm dealing with.
I understand I haven't put up that bio thing yet on a separate website. Natalya doesn't really like the idea of me putting her background up on the internet but she's coming around. I mean, who would read this anyway?
We're going to contact a friend of Natalya's today. She says we can trust him and he will help us. Well, there is minute detail that is standing in our way of success. Natalya's giving me raised eyebrows. Perhaps the fact that he can see me but not her Ghost!
If you were solid, I would slap you.
Wise words from Natalya Smirnov. Well apparently she's got enough ghost energy to type. Well isn't that super? Hopefully we'll get somewhere today with her friend. He worked at the same place Natalya did. Thank God she remembers where that is.
I keep feeling like I'm going to doze off. I should get a couple more hours sleep before we (I) intercept potential asset.
Selma Gideon
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