The Puppeteer's diary ~ 4 ~
I'm sitting cross-legged on the bed in your bedroom. I hear almost no noise, it doesn't seem that they are demolishing the blockage. It's a pity that I couldn't set camera in the cellar, nothing remains but to guess what's on there. Victoria is sitting and whining, Bill's listening to his wife. Just amazing foolishness, what an underestimation of freedom - yea, of their lives! And they don't even try to get out.
