Log: October 3rd, 7:19 pm - I'm staring at the trail sign for the McLarty Greenway Trail in Yorkson. This is where I've been told He might be. It is hoped that once we can find Him, we can gather more information on Her.
Log: October 3rd, 7:27 pm - I see no sign of Him and I fear the trace may be getting weak. I'm trying to remember where He might go but it seems that this part of my memory, along with most other parts of it, has been lost. There is no-one around to help but there is no point in staying here so I have decided to head east up the path.
Log: October 3rd, 8:06 pm - I'm now infront of the signpost for 211th and 80th. He has been here, I'm certain of it now. But the trail is faint. I have decided to head south up 211th in the hopes of getting a stronger trace.
Log: October 3rd, 8:15 pm - Heading south on 211th now. Not far up and I'm getting flashbacks from my past. It's nice to be getting some memory back but these old (retro?) memories will not help me with my current task.
Log: October 3rd, 8:23 pm - I'm staring at another signpost, 79A Avenue. I'm starting to question why I even need to find Him. Is He even that important? I know he's the best lead to find Her but it just seems I'm getting nowhere. Whatever, I'm here now. I might as well keep on heading east up 79A.
Log: October 3rd, 8:34 pm - This stretch of road is short. The streets are empty but I sense life in the houses. But alas, still no signs of Him. The logical way to go is right and continue south up 211B.
Log: October 3rd, 9:07 pm - Heading south up 211B and I'm starting to feel better. I pick up the pace and my heart starts beating faster. I'm close.
Log: October 3rd, 9:10 pm - At the intersection of 211B and 78B I see a house to the right that is more noticable than the rest. It seems to stir memories for some reason. But they are memories not relevant to what I'm doing now. Probably a past that is best long forgotten. I head left through the "walk-thru" to put it even further in my past.
Log: October 3rd, 9:13 pm - The walk-thru takes me to a street that logic would deem to be 212th. I head north this time. I should be meeting up with Him soon.
Log: October 3rd, 9:31 pm - I am approcaching the first intersection after the walk-thru and I see where He must have been waiting. There is evidence of a struggle by the bench to my left. By the looks of it, it did not end well. I must assume that I am now alone in the search to find Her.
Log: October 3rd, 10:42 pm - Scouring the bench area for clues yields nothing. I should leave a note, indicating that I've been here just incase I need to retrace my steps. But where? Not in a place too obvious. Sitting on the bench, frustrated I look to the right then the left. A car passes by and in the reflection of the window I catch a glimpse of metal that doesn't quite fit on a nearby street light.