January 18th, 2034
I stayed close to the cabin today. I’m too nervous to do much of anything. I can’t shake the feeling I’ve cheated death, and now I’m afraid to stray too far from home.
Weird, isn’t it?
I’ve stood toe to toe with the Threak, been held as their prisoner, stowed away and crashed aboard one of their shuttles, snuck onto their air base, and now, safely back at the cabin, without a warbird, or trooper in sight, and now, now is when I feel spooked. Go figure.