WHERE ARE YOU!?!

I need to stop this and start thinking rationally. I'm gonna give myself a headache over this whole ordeal. (And taking two Advil and calling my doctor in the morning generally doesn't cure my variety.)

Fang, please be okay and come home. If I did something, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Just come home.

And, I swear, if Jeb Batchelder has anything to do with this, he will regret it.

-Max