From the journal of Maribelle Tate:
Man, today is going to suck.
At noon—high noon—they’re holding the press conference. To tell the world at large that Adam escaped. “Lock up your wives and daughters, people of Earth!” Lock yourselves up, too, while you’re at it. Shit.
The cops already know, of course. They’re already gunning for you, Adam. After the press gets hold of this, everybody in the whole city will be, the whole county. Everybody that exercises his constitutional right to bear arms, anyway. It’s going to be open season.
Why the hell did you have to go and do this, Adam? Damn it.
Stupid question again, Maribelle. Because they put him in a cage. Somebody put you in a cage you’d try to escape too.
But you’re in so much more danger now, Adam. You do know that, don’t you?
Sure. Sure he knows. How could he not, smart as he is? But how well did he think this out? Did he spend all his time figuring out HOW to escape and none figuring out what he’d do after the fact?
What ARE you doing now, Adam? Where are you, and where are you going to go? Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? Don’t stick your head up. Don’t get yourself killed. My conscience can’t take it.
