Hobey ho

Last one gone buys the Sniggers.

I've seen an entire stadium of people disappear before. Gone in and instant because Saint Dane deemed them dispossible. They were in the way of his plans so he made a flume under there feet and -poof- they were gone.

Somehow, this feels like that. And just like that moment...I feel just as helpless to do anything.

Mark, Courtney, I know you aren't here and I'm glad...because I couldn't stand the idea of losing you again.

To the friends and people I've met here...well...I know it looks bleak...

But, this is NOT the way things were meant to be. I don't believe it and you shouldn't either!

Sora, your party was a lot of fun and I think it was something we all needed. I just wanted to thank you again for that. I haven't been doing much since then, I played basketball outside a few times and took a walk around. I've noticed there's a lot of strange graffiti all over the place, does anyone know what that's about?

It seems like a lot of things have been happening lately and I think I missed a memo somewhere. Sora, Daniel, you two seem like you're usually in the loop. Do you mind telling me why everyone seems so bummed lately? It's getting late though...so maybe I should go to bed.

What's that sound though? Is that a movie? Wait, no, it's coming from the window. Are those sirens? All right, now I really have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Alright, these parasite crab things just got way nastier than any of the quigs I ever encountered, the prehistoric bear ones on Dendeuron included. I think they might be worse than tangs now, which is really saying something if you've ever met a tang.

Which...no one here has.

It's gotten worse though. I think this is going to make running errands for Diego interesting. Hopefully, we'll be okay. After all, things can never be EASY can they?

I just realized it's March. I...think I might be 19 now, since, by the date on this computer, my birthday was last week. Ever since I left home with Uncle Press and traveled through the flumes I've never been very good at keeping track. I mean, do I count my age by the time on Second Earth? Or do I count the time I've spent on other worlds as well?

I was never very good at math...and thinking about it make my brain hurt. I think I'd be a lot older if I counted the time on other worlds though.

Not that birthdays are really important in a situation like this.

Even though arriving in the subways sucked, at least it was before they started to smell so bad. The smoke is pretty interesting too. Do you think someone's trying to fumigate the place down there? Because it could use it with that crab infestation.

My name is Bobby Pendragon. Daniel Jackson told me the network is a good place to talk to other people who are stuck here as well, so I figured I'd introduce myself. He also gave me a rundown on what's going on here. I'm not sure how much help I can be, I just got here, but I'm used to being thrown into very weird and dangerous situations without much of a heads up. So, I have that going for me at least. I don't really have any special powers or anything not anymore but I've been trained to fight and I really will do what I can to help.

Mark, Courtney, I can only hope that you are safe on Third Earth. I know that sounds contradictory considering what we’ve been though there. But, trust me, compared to what I witnessed today…it’s a lot safer. I’m on Second Earth now, Manhattan, if you want to be precise about it. It’s awful here. Something big attacked this place, you know, like those Godzilla movies we used to watch. Well, apparently there are more of them now. I’m still trying to piece everything together.

I arrived here in the blink of an eye. One moment I was finishing my journal, my final journal, when suddenly I was underground in one of the subways. It was nostalgic for a moment. Remember? My first flume ride was in a subway in the Bronx. Still, I didn’t get to enjoy it long before these other monsters attacked me, over-sized parasite crabs. Apparently, it’s a bad idea to get bit by them, too. Also, I think they might be more vicious than quigs, which is saying something.

I still have a lot of questions though. How’d I get here? Why am I here? How am I supposed to help these people if I no longer have my powers as a Traveler? At least I know Saint Dane isn't behind anything here. In fact, I'm starting to realize that there are far more other worlds than Uncle Press ever mentioned. I guess Halla intends for me to have one last adventure. I just hope I can survive it.

First things, first...to survive I should probably find a place to stay...

-Bobby Pendragon

P.S.
So, just out of curiosity, where is everyone from anyway? Maybe I should even ask "when?"