I arranged a meeting with Mr. Hernandez...

Dr. Fitzpatrick was supposed to be there too, but he was attending a meeting of his own. I wonder, do doctors attend meetings? Do they all meet in a surgical room and just....talk? I've never really ventured far enough inside hospitals enough to see what happens behind the scenes. The most I see is nurses, standing around talking to each other while I waited to be pricked and probed. I hardly ever see my doctor...

Sometimes I wonder why is it that Dr. Fitzpatrick spends so much time with Steph. I don't even know what he says to her, or what she says to them, but it's like I can always hear him in the background whenever I'm talking to Steph. Part of me thinks that he may be listening on our conversations, but another part of me trusts Dr. Fitzpatrick enough to know that it isn't true. It's sort of odd that a doctor would be spending more than a few minutes with a patient. Even dentists spend a larger span of time with their patients. Not that I'm complain of course. It's just...odd.

I truly believe that Steph needs someone to be there for her. I'm just glad that it's someone like Dr. Fitzpatrick. Perhaps he's the one Mr. Hernandez was talking about. The guy who would act as Steph's psychologist through these tough times. He was her mother's psychologist after all.

I still wish it could've been me.

Hm, who knows? Perhaps he was just too busy. Doctors are naturally busy people.

Anyways, Mr. Hernandez had assured me he was always open to talk. So I thought that I would take him up on that offer.

Only now I wish I hadn't.

We met at my house, as requested. He looked happy to see that I was okay, or so I believe.

H: It's been awhile since we last met.

R: Yes...it's been a little over a week.

H: You've been considering my offer?

R: ...Yes, and...I'm thinking I should take you up on that offer.

H: Really.

R: A couple of my friends and now Steph's sister died. I don't know who else to turn to. I can't turn to the police, who are no doubt trying to figure out Jeremy's and Frank's death. They might become suspicious.

H: And why would that be?

R: Umm...

H: You see Rebecca, there is one thing you didn't think about during this entire mess. The police have been investigating these deaths from the beginning. It's only a matter of time before they come to your door.

R: You mean...

H: That you're a suspect? Afraid so.

R: Oh gosh...what do I do?

H: I wouldn't post about any more deaths, should they happen, if I were you.

R: So what're you saying? That more people will die?!

H: Seems so. Which brings me to something concerning the supposed number of deaths that have occurred. These people who have been stalking you and Steph seems to have miscalculated.

R: What?!

H: If you read their latest entry, it suggests that the number of people they killed has been four. You publicly posted the deaths of three people. That is unless your hiding something.

R: I have no idea what you're talking about.

H: Yes you do.

R: What?!

H: Think about it. Four minus three is one...

R: So someone else is dead?

H: Either that or somebody lied.

R: B-but, I don't even know anything!

H: Relax, we aren't suspicious of you, at least not yet. That is unless you know something that we don't.

R: I don't know anything!

H: Good. Then we can discuss other important matters. Such as your security, and a possible new home.

R: You mean my home isn't good enough?

H: For a safe, normal, growing child? Yes. For a Victim? No.

R: I can't leave yet! I still have school!

H: You can still go to school. We just need to relocate you in case something unconventional happens.

R: Unconventional like what?

H: Well, given the enemy's killing patterns, and the level of danger you're in. I'd say there's a chance of either you becoming brainwashed, or you dying.

R: Where am I going to go?

H: We had a nice fellow on Walter Street offer his services. He calls himself Melvin. I think you met him once..

R: What?

H: Middle aged man. Balding. Blonde hair. Glasses. I think you broke in one of the houses across from him.

R: Steph's grandfather's apartment!

H: What were you doing over there, anyways?

R: Uh...it's nothing of importance.

H: I read that you found some documents and a journal in there. Am I correct?

R: Uhh...

I handed him what was left of the journal. I didn't know what come over me. But he had this authoritative aura around him. I simply couldn't refuse. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have. Now he has all of those papers, and there's nothing I could do about it. I suppose I can find out where the VPA keeps all their information, but I have a feeling it might be downtown, in some uptight security office building. I'm not ready for that. I'm just glad that I have all of the coordinates on this blog. But I don't think they were interested in the coordinates.

They must be collecting some sort of evidence. The question is, for what? Why?

I may never understand these people.

H: Thank you for your contribution to our cause.

R: Is that what you do? Take whatever clues people might have of their loved ones?

H: For the most part yes. We need to understand how the minds of the brainwashed work in order to understand how to save them.

R: But how?!

H: The same way you and your Runner friends are. By developing a cure.

R: That won't work.

H: And why's that.

R: People have already tried developing a cure! Jay's acid, Jeff's cure! Jeff's cure won't even work now that he's dead! And I don't even know about Jay's acid! I don't even know how well it might work, or whether it'll work at all!

H: We understand that.

R: Then why?!

H: Because we have waited idly for too long. The longer we wait, the more people will get affected.

R: But what if it doesn't work?

H: Then we continue doing what we've been doing. Saving the Victims.

R: I don't understand anything.

H: It's alright. You don't have to.

R: First I learn that the FBI is trying to cover up his existence. And now you guys...

H: I assure you, we are good.

R: I believe you! It's just... I don't know. Why do I have to move.

H: It's only until the end of the school year, just so you can focus on your studies. We will also be sending Steph to another safe haven after she takes her tests. After that you're free to do whatever you wish. Both you and Steph. We might recommend [REDACTED] (sorry, I can't risk too much)

R: And I can be certain that you're trustworthy?

H: Certainly.

R: Alright. When will I be moving?

H: Most likely by next week if we're lucky. We just need to convince your mother that we're not taking you away permanently.

R: Oh...right...

H: You will get through this. Both of you. Don't worry. The Victim Support Association only exists to help you guys. If anything happens to you, we're doing something wrong. And God damn it, if something does happen, I will scavenge the entire world until I find you two. Don't worry about the FBI. Don't worry about the government. They have no right to hide what's going on behind close doors. If the day comes when the entire world fights together to defeat this beast. Well...that would be a good day. Maybe my military experience would actually be useful for once.

We started talking about Steph and Steph's mother after that. I told them I wanted to find Steph's mother and he seemed pretty interested in helping me. I'm sort of glad he didn't suggest enlisting the police's help. I'm sure the Police Force is great with this kind of stuff, but he and I both agreed that it would only lead to Steph's mother being on the FBI list of missing people. So that's a good sign.

I forgot to tell him about the coordinates though (even though they'll probably figure it out themselves). I don't know, I guess a part of me wanted to do this alone. I mean, I appreciate their help but...I'm still a bit cautious about reeling people in. Here was this man who's own friend was captured by Slenderman, who seemed to be able to escape him for thirty four years. I don't know what would happen if Slenderman suddenly takes a new found interest in him. But I am still thankful for his help.

Steph should be released from the hospital this weekend according Dr. Fitzpatrick. I hope she isn't too mad at me. Or won't be.


Keep holding on loves. <3

I know you guys can do it.