The only decent thing to do

Yet another person has disappeared -- Dana, who had just moved to Cherbeek Bay last year. That makes two in two weeks and three since the beginning of the year, four if you count what happened to Ed Wilson. Understandably, everyone is more freaked out than ever. Even I am getting the jitters about what's happening around here.

Lisa asked again if she could stay with me. There was a certain amount of panic in her request, making it impossible for me to say no, given the dangerous times that we're living in now. Lisa promised it would only be for a short while, until they solve the disappearances, and that sounded reasonable to me. She's bringing her things over this evening after work. I don't know if I'm really going to be able to do anything if someone comes into my house and tries to take us away, but if it makes her feel better, then I'm not going to worry about that unless the situation arises.