February 16th, 2018

The power is still out on my block after last night. Dad's letting me use one of the electric lamps in my room, which might be more fun if I wasn't reliant upon it. Personally I think people are too quick to blame The Stag. I know he's been in the middle of some pretty iffy stuff, and his brand of "heroing" is less than stellar. Even I've commented on that. But I still think it's unfair to claim he's responsible for the power being out. Besides, last night he actually did something pretty heroic by rescuing the people in that bus. If it had been a city bus, I might have been one of them.

I guess I should explain. There was an accident involving the bus and a fuel truck. There's been a lot of blame for the driver of the fuel truck, but some claim he was responding to another vehicle hitting him, others claim there was black ice involved. The driver himself sadly didn't survive, so we can't know what he has to say on the subject. And there was no other car involved at the scene, so unless it was a hit and run we only have eyewitnesses to confirm it. Either way, somehow the truck veered into the bus and knocked it over. The fuel tank it was carrying split open spilling gas all over the place, and a city power transformer or something was struck and crushed in the wreckage. The gas on fire, and made everything that much worse.

Emergency crews were on the scene as fast as they could be, but I guess the bus was some sort of tour bus type thing. It was full of elderly people who couldn't climb out of the escape exists that remained to them. At the same time, because of the fire, rescuers were having a hard time getting to them.

In steps The Stag. He rushed through the fire, and somehow ripped open the emergency roof hatch. Using his cloak to protect himself, he then moved the still live electrical wires away so that the passengers had a clear path away from the wreckage. And he had to stand there holding them so they wouldn't swing back and put people in danger. The emergency crews were paying attention, and they quickly adapted to what he was doing. Fire crews worked on the burning fuel to further provide a path to safety. Then others rushed in to help the elderly out of the bus, and to safety.

It was slow going, and a heroic effort by all involved. The problem was someone must have spread the word to the police that The Stag was there. Before the passengers could all be rescued, a fleet of police cars arrive and out spilled a small army of cops all there to apprehend the vigilante.

Some of the firemen at the scene took issue with the police force's priorities. Next thing anyone knows, the police are starting to arrest firemen who are trying to do their job. And they're still demanding The Stag put his hands up and submit to arrest, all while he's still trying to hold back the live wires. Even some of the EMT's were arrested. It was a full blown shit show from all reports.

Some of the officers must've had their heads on straight, because they were able to calm the rest down in order to help the remaining passengers to safety. And if anyone's name needs to be mentioned, those officers should be commended! Whatever peace that bought though, it didn't last. Once the last passenger was safely away from the wreck and fire, the police again were ordering The Stag to submit.

So he released the power lines that he was holding back, which swung back toward the bus and the safe path that had been established. The same path that police had made their way down to get to him. None of the officers were injured, but they did open fire on The Stag as he took off back through another section of the fire. Reports are that he was hit, officers are certain at least once. But he made it away from the area without being spotted or captured.

So now city officials are on a man hunt for anyone admitting themselves to any hospital with a gun shot wound. Something that, as I understand, has to be reported anyway. But nothing has been reported, and officials are starting to accuse hospital staff of protecting The Stag.

I get that what he's doing is illegal, and I don't think it's far off to say he's escalating situations. But in this case, he was definitely a hero. And the police who wanted to arrest him at any cost were in the wrong. I don't have any answers as to how it should be handled, but this was definitely not how it should have been handled.

Either way, this all happened about two blocks from us. And in order to repair that transformer or whatever it is, they've had to shut the power off to a section of the city that includes us. They hope to have power back to us tomorrow, and I sincerely hope early tomorrow.

It's a good thing I shower after my workouts at the gym. Dad had to take a cold shower before going to work, and he wasn't happy about it.

Anyway, as for my day. I did get my Dr.'s note turned in and my leave of absence approved. When Hal came by for lunch we confirmed with everyone for dinner tomorrow. Max suggested we do grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, which sounds really good.

After work Hal picked me up. On the way back to his place I thought back to how uncomfortable I had been there the other day. But I remembered it didn't strike me at all on Valentines evening. I think mostly I was just caught up in remembering my encounter with Simon. Valentines night, I didn't give him a second thought. So I tried to not think about Simon. Which of course, made me think of him. And there was an initial discomfort when we got there. But the memories are in that living room, so I headed back to Hal's bedroom to get away from them. It seemed to work. Once I calmed down and got comfortable just helping Hal with his homework and stuff, I forgot about Simon. Eventually we came out and grabbed something to eat, and then sat down and watched another episode of Supernatural. I didn't think about Simon again till Hal was bringing me home and I realized how well I'd handled it.

Anyway, hopefully after last week and everything, tomorrow we can get back on to a regular schedule. Which starts with work. so I need to get to bed.

February 15th, 2018

I was thinking that it was unique to find Jane Doe, another amnesic like Candace. I had no clue.

Let's give this some context. Today being Thursday was my visit to Candace's and dinner. Candace has been in contact with Jane and had asked her to join us for dinner. Which was very thoughtful and gave Jane and Sam a chance to meet. Considering Sam's hesitation on reaching out to her, I thought this would be a good idea. Candace had joined Hal and I at the gym this morning, which left me her in care after Hal took off for school. Of course we waited till he was gone to talk about it. So she filled me in while we headed back to my place.

Candace also felt that it would be good for Sam to meet Jane. And given that the two share such an unfortunate experience, Candace was hoping that she could provide a group of friends, or maybe a surrogate family. She at least had Sam and I, but she said she'd been talking to Jane, and no one had shown up to claim her. It was a great idea, and I let Candace know I thought so.

Now since I'd stayed the night at Hal's; a very wonderful experience I might add, I'm getting more comfortable about sleeping next to someone. So I was feeling relatively rested this morning, no doubt due to the answers I received yesterday. I needed to take my stuff home and change, and finish my laundry. I hadn't thought about what I'd left behind. Imagine my horror when I get home to find the dryer empty and Mom had already folded and put away all my clothes. Including Hal's present. Thank God Mom was out. We grabbed what I needed and left before she could get home and give me a hard time about it.

Anyway, since Candace was having company over for dinner, we spent some time getting the place cleaned up and prepared. Jane though was still new to public transportation herself, and so Candace and I made our way to the church to pick her up there. And that way she'd learn the route between the church and Candace's.

She's a pleasant lady, though very apologetic. She apologized that we had to come get her, and apologized for not bringing something, and apologized for not having anything better to wear, and on and on. Makes me wonder if she's Canadian or something.

By the time we got back to Candace's, Sam was just arriving. I almost asked where Max was, before remembering that she doesn't know about Candace's amnesia either.

Dinner was good, and conversation was dominated by Candace and Jane. In away they almost seemed like long lost friends reuniting. It was pretty special, and I was happy to take a back seat. Even Sam seemed to enjoy the company. Or he did until Jane dropped her bit of news.

Last Friday, a Catholic Priest approached Jane and introduced himself as Father Andy. He invited her to join him, and was brought to a room joined by a number of other people. Jane did note that she was the only girl at the meeting. The point of the meeting though was that everyone there, not including the priest, had amnesia. Which is one hell of a coincidence. I guess even Father Andy thought so, saying that it must be some sort of sign for them to all be in Denver together.

The priest was good enough to only introduce them, once they knew of each other he excused himself from the room letting them know where to find him if they needed. Jane said they mingled, awkwardly. She heard more than one of them mention that their amnesia was not something they typically mentioned. Though one introduced himself as John Doe, the others seemed to have more typical names. In the end, they had all agreed to keep in touch. Jane had the impression that some were hoping to learn more, while others didn't seem all that interested. At the very least, not having the typical support group of family, they agreed to be there for each other. And Jane was wondering if Candace would like to be included.

Sam wasn't happy, though he maintained composure. His looks to Candace were unmistakable. Instead, he asked questions about the group. I think Jane did well by quickly telling him that they also preferred their privacy. She did so with much more composure than I think I could have mustered, and left Sam quiet. It was impressive in its own right. That said, she did let it slip that including her there were five people. Counting Candace, that'd be six people in Denver who all have amnesia. I don't know how common it is, but that seems unlikely.

Candace politely declined being included. She said that she was happy to offer friendship to Jane, and if Jane wanted would continue to invite her to join us. But she didn't want to be defined by her amnesia. She also asked that Jane not mention her to the group, at least not as one of them. Candace must have known that I didn't approve, and she pointedly looked to me as she made her decision known.

As always, I accept, and will respect her decision. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. This seems to me like something important, something that Candace should get involved with. But I have to admit that maybe I only want her involved because I want to be involved.

I didn't get a chance to ask Candace about it, I didn't want to challenge her in front of her guest. And it wasn't my place. We had dessert, and the rest of the night went well. Even being turned down by Candace, Jane remained the most pleasant person I think I've ever met. Candace is charming, sweet, but she can be excitable and I remember how she treated Sam at the hospital. Sam didn't gloat, but he was obviously happy about Candace's decision. I've seen him be bearer of the spotlight, and wallflower. But he isn't someone I'd typically describe as pleasant. Jane, she's pleasant. And she did say she'd love to have a group that wasn't defined by her amnesia. She didn't seem at all turned off by Candace's decision. So hopefully we will see her again.

It was getting late though, and both Jane and I needed a ride. Sam took us, dropping me off first. Jane was the only one that talked during our ride, this time very thankful to both us of for being there and having her for dinner. She was full of compliments for the food, even though she helped prepare some of it. But as Sam let me out, he made a point of saying thank you to me.

I do believe he is genuine when he does that. But I can't stop wondering about why he's thanking me.

Anyway, work tomorrow, and I have to remember my Dr.'s note.

February 14th, 2018

So the scans didn't show any growth from August, and when they sent the scans out to a specialist to review they made sure to send both sets of scans to compare. Dr. Laurie also made sure to send out the scans to a new pair of eyes, someone different from who had looked at them before.

Well, that new pair of eyes noticed something. While my tumor hasn't grown in size, it is affecting a blood vessel that runs right through my visual cortex. And that blood vessel is bulging. Dr. Laurie hadn't noticed that 'cause he was looking at the tumor itself, as did the first expert he'd sent the scans to. The bulge on this blood vessel happens at a spot a small distance from the tumor itself, small in relation to the fact it's all in my brain. On the scans, it's not close enough to be immediately noticeable if all one's looking at is the tumor.

So despite everything I've gone over with Dr. Laurie, admitting all the conspiracy stuff and good reason to think there is something there for me to see. There's good reason to believe that I am actually hallucinating. Which is either that the bulge in the blood vessel is also pressing on my visual cortex, or the fact that the cortex is not getting as much blood.

The bad news, on top of all this, is that I could have a stroke. My brain suffocating, or the blood vessel rupturing.

The good news is that we've caught it, and unlike my tumor we can do something about it.

Dr. Laurie did say that there was no immediate danger of a stroke, otherwise he would have ordered me in as soon as he'd heard back from his expert. But the sooner we can take care of this the better. Now, we could call for an emergency operation and have this done tomorrow, or even today for that matter. We decided though it would be better to give me time to prepare. So my operation is scheduled for next Thursday. That'll give me a week of work and give the museum time to adjust schedules. Then I'll have Wednesday to do what I need to do.

The operation will take place on Thursday. They'll be placing a stent in the artery near where the tumor is to help open the pathway back up. I'll be kept over night for observation, and have more tests on Friday before they release me. And then they want me taking it easy for a week. This is usually for heart stents, but common practice for brain stents. Then I'll have to come back in the following Wednesday for more tests before they deem me worthy of going back to work. Part of all this though is that I'll be on some new meds. Dr. Laurie wants to give me a week to see how the meds affect me before I go back to work. I am so not looking forward to that after last time.

In a way, it's kind of a relief to know that I am hallucinating. And Dr. Laurie did say that because the stent would be pushing back on the tumor, the hallucinations might not go away. So there's a certain amount of distress about that. But considering what I've been seeing, now that I know, they've been kinda cute. Not disruptive, or debilitating. If they get worse, obviously I need to report it to Dr. Laurie. But otherwise I can deal. It does mean I can't trust everything I see as readily. But I've already been working on asking if other people are seeing what I'm seeing. And those close to me will know what's going on.

We're also concerned how this might affect my dizzy spells. I already keep a record of them, we'll just be going over their frequency for a while. Dr. Laurie did note that at about one attack per week, I am still up from my rates before my blackout in August. And he thinks that this bulge probably caused the blackout in the first place. So one possibility is that my attacks might go back to their original rate. But we won't know for a while.

Dr. Laurie did assure me that this was a minimally invasive surgery. And he's asked a colleague of his at the hospital to step in. Dr. Kendrick has been very successful with these operations, and he's confident that it'll go smoothly. I'll meet her on Thursday when I come in.

So that's the big news. I was waking up so late this morning that I almost missed my appointment. Mom was starting to get concerned, so she called Candace to find out where I was. I was still in bed. Candace woke me, and I got dressed in a hurry while Mom drove over to pick me up. And then we made our way to the Dr.'s office walking in just in time. Afterward I apologized for running so late, but Mom was great. She said Candace had called while I was in talking to the Dr. and apologized. Mom said she was just happy to hear I'd had a good night. And while we were talking Max texted to also apologize. She'd left for class thinking I'd have plenty of time to get up. What got Mom concerned was that Hal had stopped by to pick me up for the gym as usual.

But by that point I'd missed Hal for lunch as well. Mom had planned the day off for me anyway, so she helped me get around and take care of what I needed. And after I got home I called up the museum to let them know what was going on. Thankfully Dr. Laurie already provided me with a Dr.'s note. I'll turn that in to them on Friday when I go back to work. Helene was nice about it though, she just has to make sure everything's in order.

With all that going on though, I forgot what day it was. Hal came calling after class, which I expected. What I didn't expect was for him to be dressed up all nice and sharp. He'd gotten reservations at Fruition for tonight, and we had about twenty minutes to get there. I don't think I've every gotten dressed that fast.

Fantastic food, fantastic night. Though it wasn't until we'd gotten back to Hal's place that I realized I'd left my present for him in the dryer at home. We still had a wonderful evening, and Mom had already informed Hal not to worry about getting me home. It seems she and he had done some scheming on me. Hal promises he didn't plan for it to go that far, just that he wanted to surprise me with dinner. It was Mom that insisted that I didn't have to be home at any reasonable hour. And then while I was rushing to get dressed, she handed him my over-night bag. It doesn't have any clean clothes, since that's what I was washing. But it's got my amenities, and my journal.

Now that I'm caught up though, time to make this fantastic night unbelievable. I think I've kept Hal waiting long enough.

February 13th, 2018

Max always knows just what to do. Since Hal had his lab tonight, he wasn't going to be there for me after work. He did join this morning at the gym for the first time in a week. And he'd checked in at lunch. But as nice as it was to see him, I was still dwelling on what Dr. Laurie hadn't said and he could tell. So he called up Max and asked if she was busy tonight and let her know I was down in the dumps.

Of course I didn't know any of this until she pulled up at the bus stop where I was waiting to get on the bus. Yelling out her passenger window, "Hey cutie, you going my way?" I had to jump in quick, cause the bus was right behind her.

Candace was in the back seat and just grinning like a little devil. They had stopped by my place and let Mom know they were taking me for the evening. While there they packed up an overnight bag for me, got a change of clothes, and Max even found Hal's present and made sure to grab that. They then rushed back to the museum to pick me up, just barely.

We headed back to Candace's where I was ordered to get ready for the night. I was also ordered to put on Hal's present, Max wanted to see it of course. So gulping my embarrassment, and hoping Sam wouldn't walk in on us. I modeled myself, neatly wrapped in a strategically see-through piece of lingerie. Max and Candace both assured me how good I looked. And to be totally honest, it feels really good. See, that became the dare, was for me to wear it for the rest of the night. Not alone, obviously, so I still put on the clothes Max and Candace had grabbed for me. But a low cut skirt had me thinking about it all night long. Though even Max had to admit Candace has great taste in clothing.

And I do look fantastic, and feel amazing. It's strange how such a little thing can have that powerful of an effect.

After dinner, and an episode of Wynonna Earp, which Max loves! We loaded back into Max's car and headed out to The Black Buzzard where was being hosted Open Mic Comedy, and we have had an incredible night. There were some really funny people, one or two not as funny, and the ever present heckler who we all cheered to be removed. Max's only complaint was that neither Candace or I could drive and that meant she had to stay sober.

It was so much fun, and the perfect thing to get me out of my slump. But it was also much later than I usually stay up, and now I'm exhausted and wired. I've got a doctors appointment tomorrow which means I don't have as much time to get things done as I would normally. Which is why we're back at Candace's, rather than driving me home, and Max'll get me home in the morning.

February 12th, 2018

I finally got a call back from Dr. Laurie about my brain scan. He said we needed to talk and we've set up an appointment for Wednesday. If everything was fine, he'd have said so. Still having an appointment to go over specifics would be okay. But he didn't say things are fine. I'm kinda freaking out here.

He had called in the morning hoping we might be able to schedule something today or tomorrow. But I've got work, and when I get off he's busy the rest of the day, so Wednesday was our first chance.

Not much else to say. Thanks to Dr. Laurie's call I've spent most of the day in a daze. There was a lot of talk about The Stag, even Max was texting me all day. I let Hal know what was going on when he stopped by for lunch. After work he picked me up and brought me straight home. It was a nice evening with him and my parents. Dad even let us have the TV, so we watched an episode of Supergirl since Hal's not up to the current season of Supernatural. And Ice cream, we didn't have banana's, but we did have cookie's and cream.

February 11th, 2018

I had a dizzy spell this morning, about fifteen minutes after clocking in. I was getting set up for the day and just about fell over it had come on so fast. Fortunately it was quick, and I didn't drop the money I had in my hand. That wouldn't have been good. It didn't last long, and was gone almost as suddenly as it had come. Looking over my notes, that's about one every week going back all the way into October when I was doing about two a week. Still more than it had been before my blackout, but much more tolerable.

Simon finished moving out today. Hal reported to me at lunch that he went through the apartment to make sure nothing of his was missing, and that nothing of Simon's had been left behind. It sounds like everything checked out. And I knew Hal would want to do something, so I suggested we take advantage of his place being free and do something there. We've been eating out a lot lately and I don't want that to become the habit.

But when we got to his place after work, I just felt a little weirded out being there. I know Simon's out, and I can even see that his stuff is gone. Even so, I was still expecting him to jump out of some corner and just felt trapped. So when Hal asked what we should do for dinner, I suggested going out.

I feel like such a wimp doing that, and I'm worried that's how it'll be every time I'm over there now. Hopefully with time it'll go away.

Hal had missed out on our Mexican seafood, but I'd just had seafood. So we compromised and went for sushi, which I'd never had before anyway. I'll admit I was a bit squeamish at first. But after trying some, so good!

We talked a bit about the vigilante and what had happened last night. While I was at work, a cell phone video reached the news media. Some kid filmed the vigilante moments before the brawl on Colfax. It clearly shows that there were two groups of people involved, that they started fighting each other. The vigilante was watching them talk when the kids approached him with their cell phone. His voice was muffled behind the mask, but it sounded familiar to me. And he spoke with an accent that neither Hal or I could place.

The kids didn't seem to think anything was wrong, they just started filming him and making fun. Which drew his attention from what he was watching. He responded well to the kids, and when one asked who he was he said "I'm the stag." It was about then that the shouting broke out. There was a loud noise in the background which surprised the kid holding the phone. He dropped it as the vigilante, The Stag, started moving. The fall must've broke the phone 'case the video cuts out then.

So now we all have a name, or title, to go with our new vigilante. "The Stag."

Hal was explaining that in older times the stag was a symbol of strength and virility. Since he had the time to go looking it up, he also found references to Cernunnos. An ancient Celtic deity that we don't know much about, but he was also known as The Horned God. Hal's theory is that the vigilante is emulating that deity.

While he was describing this to me though, something caught my eye. Up on one of the light fixtures was a tiny girl. A fairy. She seemed to be watching over everything, and beyond turning her head this way and that, she didn't move the whole time I noticed her. Unlike the other ones I had seen at the museum, she was dressed. In fact it looked like she was dressed in more traditional Japanese style clothing. As small as she was, and being all the way across the room from me, I couldn't make out her face. But she did have long hair in two pony tails on each side, which also seemed to tie in a couple of long leaves or feathers. I didn't see any wings, though there were some long wide strips of cloth coming off the back of her outfit. And she just stood there watching everything. I took me a bit to realize that she was watching the staff as often as not. Like she was the little proprietor watching over her employees.

I was trying not to stare, and found myself looking away before she might notice me looking at her. But I was also conscious of Hal watching me, my first instinct to hide from him what was going on. He caught me though and asked what I was watching. So I asked him to look where she was, and asked what he saw there. He described the light fixture, and the trim along the wall behind it, and other features to be seen. But he didn't see the fairy. He's not stupid though, seeing the disappointment on my face he asked if I was seeing something. I just nodded.

He wanted to know what, but because I felt she was watching over things, I felt like she'd catch me talking about her. So I asked if we could go and described her to him as he was driving me home. He walked me to my door and made sure to hug me tightly before letting me go.

Part of me just wants to call in sick tomorrow. I should call up Dr. Laurie's office tomorrow and see how much longer it'll be before we get the results back.

February 10th, 2018

Let's start at the beginning so I can keep my thoughts in order.

Hal still hasn't gotten back into his apartment, Simon's moving out starting today since it's the weekend. While he didn't have class, he still wasn't able to get here early enough to take me to the gym this morning. But he did catch up to me at the gym and was able to give me a ride to work. He had to come in anyway for a follow up with housing since his arrangements were changing. Current roommate to no roommate at least. Mostly they wanted to make sure he understood that they would be trying to fill the other room and that he shouldn't spread out and take advantage of having the place to himself. But there was also some paperwork to be signed concerning our report. And then while he's been out, leaving Simon alone, they wanted him to be able to check on his stuff while Simon was away just to make sure.

So Hal watched from a distance while Simon packed up his truck, and while he was away Hal went into the apartment to check on things. He got me my coat back, including all my things. Nothing missing, nor was any of Hal's things missing. That's one good thing at least. Though Hal did say there was a new hole in one of the walls that he reported to housing. They'll fix it, and Simon will be charged.

When Hal brought me my stuff at lunch, he also reported very excitedly that he'd bumped into Melia Floros on campus. She had a booth set up in the quad where she was handing out more information packets and had a camera man recording her interviewing students on their views. Hal said he could feel Tim breathing down his neck, and he had to force himself to put Tim out of his mind before he could finally approach Melia's booth. Once he did though, he said he did get a chance to talk to her for a bit. He asked that his conversation not be recorded, which Melia was okay with. I guess it's not uncommon for people to request that.

Anyway, Hal must've made an impression. He said he was interviewing her as much as she him and she ended up giving him her email address and said she'd like to be able to continue their conversation. So Hal was thrilled that he could report that back to Tim, and after I went back to work he must've called Tim right up.

And Tim was so impressed that he kept Hal for the rest of the day. I got a text from Hal while I was counting down my till. He apologized many times, saying he wouldn't be able to pick me up from work and that he probably wouldn't be able to make dinner. That was the last I heard from him until until I got home when he started apologizing again and asked how the night went. So I've been catching him up on our side of things, which wasn't much. He said since Tim had him all day today he'll be free tomorrow and he wants to make it up to me then.

But since I was finished with work and now without Hal, I texted Sam and Max to let them know what was going on. I figured I'd just take the bus home, but Max said she was heading my direction anyway and would pick me up. She suggested we meet up anyway, just not to have a conspiracy dinner. We could just have a night out with friends. Sam liked that idea and asked if he could invite Candace if we weren't going to talk conspiracy.

So with plans changing slightly, we had a little time. Max got that look in her eyes and said, "Let's go to the mall." She didn't wait for an answer, we were already headed that way. It was a quick shopping trip. Not as quick as I would have liked, but long enough to notice the decorations and be reminded that Valentine's was right around the corner.

Valentine's was never a holiday I particularly cared for. But that's 'cause I was always single. Max on the other hand loves Valentine's. What she really enjoys is dressing up, and since I have a boyfriend now she figured I should dress up too. So she dragged me into Victoria's Secret.

Sitting in a little bag bundled up into my spare coat, is a very little outfit. Were anyone to find said outfit, I think I might die of embarrassment. And yet, I can't deny the anticipation of Hal's face when he sees me wearing it. That was also probably the biggest expense I've made in two years, not including medical bills. Max said she'd buy me dinner to make up for it.

Moving along, we did meet up at the Mexican place since that was what we were planning on anyway. Sam and Candace beat us there, and were waiting patiently for us. And we had a great night. Max lamented being able to have only one margarita since she'd have to drive home. I got one too... Non-alcoholic of course. They're sweet and limey, and I like em as far as they go. But since I've never had alcohol, I don't know how that changes things. Can't say I feel like I'm missing anything, I've also never understood what was so fun about having everyone else laugh at your expense.

It was while we were waiting for dessert that someone turned the TV's to the news station. A knock down drag out fight, down Colfax. Again, no one knows exactly what started it, but the vigilante was involved. Whatever was going on, it almost seemed like a fight between two rival gangs with the vigilante in the middle. They were all attacking him, but they were attacking each other too. By the time we were seeing the live feed from the traffic 'copter, the police were arriving in force. They parked cruisers on opposite sides of the block and tried to surround the area as best they could. Fortunately the people in the area had cleared out, but there were just so many involved in the fighting.

The vigilante was overwhelmed, he gave as good as he got, but he couldn't focus on anyone without someone else taking advantage. They had bats, knives, crowbars, I'm honestly surprised I didn't see or hear about any guns. They didn't seem to respond to the police at first, as if they couldn't hear the orders over their own shouts. But one officer started using his cruisers megaphone or loudspeaker, whatever they're called and that got people's attention. Some dropped and complied immediately, others fled and most were caught one way or another. The vigilante climbed up one of the buildings and huffed it out of there jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

The police and new 'copters both tried to follow him, and they did for a ways. Once he got outside the block the police had surrounded, he jumped back down to the street and ran. He sprinted really, and kept it up impressively. Police units started catching up to him just as he was reaching the intersection with I-25. He jumped over the railings where it passes over the interstate and climbed down underneath the bridge. The helicopters couldn't follow him, the police couldn't follow him, and they couldn't get units to pass down I-25 fast enough. Noone knows where he went from there.

Max teased Sam saying, well now we know you're definitely not the vigilante. At first he seemed shocked, almost like she'd figured something out, but before he could respond Candace was already laughing. It was such an infectious laugh too, it wasn't long before we were all laughing.

We didn't stay much longer after that, it was getting late anyway. For all of us.

And like I said, after I'd gotten home Hal started texting to apologize and ask about our night. I guess once the news came on, that pretty well cancelled what he and Tim were doing and so Hal headed home and texted me as soon as he could.

Alright, I've got it down. Now I need to get to bed.