Whoops?

Before I left, I went though the folder of Institute print outs and took only what I needed. I vividly remember leaving it by my backpack on the floor. The backpack is now missing, but the camera is still here. Incidentally, and this is the bad part, the folder with all of the files we stole from the Institute are missing. MISSING. Not here. Gone. Poof.

Remember the water-logged documents I brought to VA? So do I. And I think someone by the Potomac River is having arts and crafts time with it, making a paper mache hat or something. I may have to go find that Potomac Mom to recoup what I can.

This is not good.

-Fang.