When you lead idiots on a wild goose chase. It appears that Proxies/Hallowed/Agents don't know that there are other docks leading to Ireland than just Liverpool.
Unfortunately, there was only one motorway, but I dealt with them.
Ferry ride was rough. I left so late it was early and arrived late too, so yeah, sucky. But there were no Proxies/Hallowed/Agents on board (just alot of shifty looking people, I swear, why would you wear Hawaiian shirts while going to Ireland?!)
So yeah, I'm at my hotel now, free wifi, free food, so that's good. I booked rooms and several different hotels so HAHAHA fuckers. All hotels have burly doormen though, so that's good. Looking through all the shit I bought with me, not alot space-wise, but quantity-wise....let's just say I'm glad that the Car Ferry has lax security. Being one of Slendy's thorns-in-his-side has given me a whole new outlook on minibars, y'know? I only see Molotov ingredients.
Good ole, Momma's influence.
Serena's fine now apparently, but Mum's going to keep her overnight for observation in case of relapse. She's stopped crying now too. Apparently chocolate's a cure-all.
To all of you thinking that Mum would actually physically drop her off at the police station. Nu-uh. No. No way-josé. The last thing we need is Mum in custody for kidnap or something. Or being questioned by the police.
We've got a plan, but I suppose that I'm a Runner now, so I can't say much, right?
Still got quite a while before meet-up, or I could be meeting now...
Good to be home though. I feel stronger than I ever did in London.
New Theory too, by the way.
Ireland, we are famous for magical little people and magic in general, makes me wonder about my stance on magic now, after Slendy...
I'll see what Reach says...
Not replying to most comments, trying to limit my internet consumption. I assure you, I read them all.