I thought, after coming here, I'd actually escaped them. Even with the machines in this place, I felt somewhat safe.

But no. I should have fucking known. But they aren't getting me. I won't let them.

How many times must I shoot this machine in the face before it stops mimicking the mating rituals of a monkey? At this rate, I'm going to run out of magazines.



I never did like this holiday. Hearts and candies and these picaresque moments of lovers laying down together. It's such bullshit. They don't know what love is, or how fucking cold it can feel. Running around like a moron with a grin on your face...it isn't going to bring anything back.

I've been wandering this goddamned hotel for the past two days and I haven't found any sign of John, yet. I'm beginning to wonder if he somehow didn't make it here, if he got lost after we received that invite. At this point, I honestly can't say that would be a bad thing. I don't know what this place is, and not knowing is scarier than out there.

The machines...they haven't attacked anyone, yet. They seem sentient enough, but it's not the same. There's no Terminator here, no Skynet. I don't have any goddamned idea where I am--maybe it's Hell, maybe it's the future? Some fucked up timeline where everything didn't die, where the machines didn't destroy everything? Hell, maybe the future Reese always talked about was a fucking joke. I don't know anymore.

I just...

Damnit, where is my son?

This isn't possible. They're supposed to be dead. Wasn't that the point? Wasn't that what he died for?

Oh God...the future, it wasn't supposed to be like this! The machies, everything, we changed it. This can't be happening! It can't...!

...

John. Oh God, where's John? Where the fuck is my son?!