ARIA

Three days come and go, and though it hasn't been all that long, it's like the days are starting to blend together.

I spend most of my time in my room, but whenever I have the chance, I head outside to see if the old man approaches me again. I haven't seen him since the day he wrote 'Wilson' in the dirt.

I've sent a few letters to Ryder and I'm awaiting his response. I just really want to know how he's doing. The distance is really putting a strain on our bond. I feel the occasional ...