November 2nd
John
I’m fine, John, Emi replies. Her tone gains a hint of irritation that she can’t hide. My father placed a psychic barrier between the roof and the rest of the base, cutting me off from your conversation. He knew I could watch through Keith’s eyes and ears and didn’t want me to see if your talk… ended up going… badly… she trails off.

I’m relieved to hear that it went fine, but I still want to ask, are you okay?