Tony and I decided to drive back to the city Cynthia and I had lived in before everything happened. We're going to look around and see if we can find any leads on my grandmother.
Tony is also trying to remember anything, as am I, but so far we're not having any luck. He has no idea what happened to him as a kid through his teenage years up to meeting me in college, and I can't recall any memories of actually having a grandmother, let alone Tony's parents knowing her.
We have to find Cynthia. Tony can read her posts now, but I still can't- not even the one that Redlight apparently wrote. He told me what that man is planning on doing. Cynthia, baby, if you're somehow able to read this, we're working as fast as we can. Stay strong and don't let the bad man get you, please. Mommy will find a way to get you back, I promise.
Take care of yourselves.