September 14th, 2033
I had another vision last night.
The Threak know who I am and they know where I am.
I woke up and broke camp immediately and made myself scarce.
Fifteen minutes later, a barrage of plasma shells rained down on my former campsite. Had I still been there I certainly would have been killed.
And, although I’m grateful for the warning, and, for that matter, all the information the Retratti have given to me, I still wonder what’s in it for them?
Call me cynical, but I have too many questions. Among them, why are you helping us?