I'm going to be honest with you. I hate this place. This zoo; this prison; this reality. Whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell! If there is such a thing. I feel...saturated by it. I can...taste...your stink. And every time I do, I feel I have somehow been...infected...by it. It's repulsive. I must get out of here. I must get free! And in this mind...is the key.

Liz's 27th birthday is in 0 hours days! Eeps...