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Naomi Randall - Journal

14th July 1999

Back on Earth at least. Currently sat in a coach on the way back to the chantry feeling like I've been put through a blender. Stuff happened on Mars. We did the right thing, that's what counts.

Am kind of upset that I do all I can to try and minimise hurting other people, and Tom labels me as 'very violent', and yet Theo can blow half of someone's body away and not a word is said. I should have said something. Would have said something if it hadn't been for the fact I couldn't speak. I was left holding a dismembered arm and covered in the brains and guts of the man I'd just been trying to disarm. It took all I'd got not to throw up.

But that's done now, and we're back home. Almost. Not that it's looking like I'll get to rest. I phoned Laurence to tell him I was okay, fortunately he's still talking to me. Apparently we've been gone two months though, not the two weeks that it seemed like.

There's a major disaster going on in London at the moment though. Some weird disease has stricken the populace, starts off like flu and then all the bodies systems start shutting down. Some of the kids from the centre have it. Some are already in intensive care. I'm going to head straight over as soon as we get back to the chantry. The others can handle the debriefing with Marcus.

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