Dead people always strike me as the most laughable things. People are always filled with such grace when they're alive. They have their own sort of fluidity and then they die and crumple to become a lifeless doll. It also doesn't help that when a person moves on their bowels decide to relieve themselves of any troublesome business. Then the maggots move in, the flesh decays and the intestines rot. It's not a pretty process, but the skeleton underneath is beautiful enough to keep at times. Or maybe it's humorous enough to keep.

I won't bother to dig Catherine up. She's done her job and she earned her rest. Though when Anthony dies I will be the first to peel off his skin, strip him of his muscles and throw away those pesky organs to keep his skeleton with me. Perhaps I'll take that damned coppers as well. String him up while he bleeds out and then remove his bones. Whatever the case that motley little crew is not my problem for a while. I have more business to attend to since the Delmonts have completed their purpose in the scheme of things. One day I will return to them, but not now.

And as for the lot of you that read this blog and perhaps hope that Catherine is still alive, I'm sorry to say I paid my respects this morning. I do hope we'll all talk again. 

-CT

Tony

It's Cathy. I have a little bit of time before the Caretaker comes back to help me to tell you that I am going to send you the location of where I will be and when you should come in a few days. If you come before or after you will not find me.

Things have been hectic, Tony. There's something about this baby that's hurting me. I keep bleeding on the skirts that the Caretaker bought for me. It's not a little blood too. I think that I might be dying, Tony. I can feel the baby moving inside me and it hurts. I don't know why I'm telling you this. To be honest I wish I could make you stay as far away from me as I can. But my child matters more and I want you to promise me that if anything happens to me you'll make sure the baby is alright. I know you'll say that the Caretaker will do that, but you're the babies father and I need you to make sure that it's okay.

.....tell Cynthia that mommy misses her so so much. I wish I could see my baby girl but unfortunately I can't move well and I think you and Simon might try and pull something if I did.

I have to go now, the Caretaker's coming. Goodbye, Tony, and see you soon.

You all wished to know who I am. I am Caretaker and my job is to take care of others. Is it not obvious? Any more information is not useful nor does it need to be stated. I do my job, bloggers. That is all you need to know.

I feel this talk on Redlight, while amusing and entertaining, to be useless at best. He was one of His people and he did his job fairly well. Slightly above average at best, I suppose. But I do not care for the egotistical runt nor do I care to discuss anything at length on him anymore. Please do cease your questions on him.

As for what "Holiday" mentioned: no, I care for no witnesses to be truthful. It makes my job run smoothly. I simply assumed you bloggers would like an update on dear Catherine. If you do not wish for me to talk on her state anymore, I can cease these posts. It's up to you, the "rapt audience". Share your opinions and I can react accordingly.

-CT

Catherine's baby is almost ready to be born. This is exciting isn't it?

-CT

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.

Do you ever get the feeling that your baby might not be okay? Well, probably not because I'm sure most of you have never even been pregnant. But pretend for a moment that you have a child growing in you and instead of the normal symptoms of pregnancy you have developed strange habits and urges that you don't know what to do about.

For the last week I have been eating nothing but raw meat. Thinking back on this I realized that maybe there was something wrong because that can't be healthy for a pregnant woman to do in such large quantities. But then he told me that it was alright and the animals would be good for the baby so I started to skin dead rabbits and deer that I found outside of my new home and just eat them as they are. I don't know who left them. I doubt it was him because he has better things to do than attend to me. But that has been my diet for seven days now and I don't see myself stopping any time soon. Bloody meat and water. Somehow it tastes very good.

The nightmares grow worse some nights as well. I dream of clawing my skin off or ripping at my stomach to get to the baby and pull it out of me. Sometimes I dream of the baby talking to me, whispering to me how strange I am. And then there are dreams where I am with Tony and Cynthia but they're dead and I'm feeding them to my newborn. I suppose that might be the result of the strain of pregnancy.

It's just little things that when I think about them seem off. Especially since I don't remember going through such things with Cynthia, but I guess every baby is different, right?