The noise is gone. Thank god. It's finally gone.
Bad thing is that I saw that guy for the first time. You know. That guy. I saw him from the back as I was scanning the area. Anya can't believe I saw him full on, but it's true. I saw him. The moment the noise stopped, there he was, out in the garden. Bald as a baby's butt and looking like he was going to some funeral. Kind of like that bald guy on some show one of my friend's watched. Said the guy was an observer, but not of what. Kind of confusing, but same concept.
And as confused as I am about the situation, I'm actually okay with it. I actually kind of like it here. I know Anya probably thinks I'm a whackjob. Don't care though. Do not care at all.
But to be honest, I can't be alone anymore. As much as I'm okay with being here, I'm freaked out enough that being alone in a room is terrifying. Anya understands that and doesn't complain when I follow her around and attempt to join in on what she's doing, but it probably bugs her. A lot.
You know, I don't think our captor's goal is to make us fight, either. I think his goal is something tedious and not worth shit.