I've been here for a while now. I don't know why they haven't found me yet, but I can't let that get to me. I can't pretend that I'm safe anymore. Every once in a while I'll hear this voice in my head saying that it's okay, it's all a bunch of crap, you can go home now. But it's not. I just know it's not.

I wish I didn't feel so alone in all this. I wish I could just call up one of my friends and tell them everything, and ask them to come meet me here. I've been tempted to. But I know if I get anyone else mixed up in this then they might come to harm. They might even betray me. This is why I feel guilty about even having any of you help me.

I just wish my dad was here. And Pennyworth. I barely even knew him, but after reading what he wrote on my father's website I feel like I do. I've missed my father so much since he disappeared, and then I found this person who had known him since before I was born. He was the closest to my father I have been in three years, yet I didn't listen to a word he said. I feel so unfathomably foolish right now. Pennyworth, I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. I hope I can make it up to you.

I've been looking around for those coordinates. I tore apart my father's notes and found nothing. Then I remembered Heimdall Industries. Written on the back of a newsletter was this:

fjorheim:749qrb

Could this be one of them? It's not in my handwriting, obviously. It does look familiar though. I wonder if someone was trying to help me?