It's funny that when I look around the blogs these days, I realize that so many people I knew are dead or missing. All the close friends or enemies I had are gone. I know how alone I am and that is why I must have Cynthia by my side or else I'll go crazy. I don't know if she understands, but I think that there is a part of her that is tempted to come back because she still feels the comfort and warmth that being with Him brings.

On a separate note, the Caretaker doesn't seem to like Simon much. I'm unsure why but I think it has something to do with his days before he found Him. Apparently he doesn't like police officers in particular and Simon definitely falls into that category. I hope that Mr. Radler doesn't find himself with a knife in his chest one night, that would be disappointing, wouldn't it?

Oh, and, sweetheart, I know you still check these blogs. I just want to let you know that you have a right to be paranoid.

His name is the Caretaker and like the name suggests he takes care of me. You can't just leave a pregnant woman alone after all and He makes sure that the Caretaker keeps me healthy. I know some of you have said that what I'm eating isn't healthy, but he assures me that it's perfectly fine for the child. Thank you for the concern, but I'm fine.

Seeing as I'm finding it harder to move around as easily too, he's been helping me with watching my family. He does a stupendous job of it--I believe Anthony got a little scared at his pictures? That was just a harmless joke so I don't see why he should make such a huge deal out of it. The real trouble is going to come later but the Caretaker doesn't want me to strain myself right now.

The nightmares have lessened as I eat more meat, so hopefully this means that the baby is calming down. I hope it's a girl, Tony. Because then when she's old enough He'll come for you and you won't be able to escape again.