Separated
Dear Diary,
It’s the next day now, and things is getting worse. They won’t let us out of our room, and that means that we’re separated from the menfolk. If we didn’t have our radios we wouldn’t know what was going on with them at all. They’re only around the corridor, but the guards (all silver men now, not Lord Toda’s fellers) won’t let us out to go see them or nothing.
Course, I can’t talk to Geoffry at all. A radio is all well and good for most people, but if all you can do is hand-talk it ain’t no use at all. I sure wish he was here – things feel safer when he’s around.
We’re hearing all sorts of strange rumors of big things going on in the palace. They say Lord Toda killed a couple of Prince Nobunga’s men and fighting is spreading all over the place. But the guards don’t know nothing and all we can do is wait.
We’re gonna set a watch tonight, though I don’t know what we can do if things go bad. But I sure hope things get right soon.