4:13 pm

Aurora didn't move. Lisa didn't kill her, right? She was no longer a corpse, but a doll. I found myself trying to speak with her but she wouldn't reply. Maybe her condition took a sudden turn and the fit was the switch that triggered paralysis. Hypotheses turned in my head and turned my mind upside down to the point where I needed to stop the engine and just close my eyes for a while. But each time, each time I opened them up, Aurora didn't move. Even now as I'm writing all this, she still hasn't move an inch, nor her eyes, nor her mouth, only her diaphragm and her heart. Maybe even her diaphragm and her heart will stop soon.

And how would she try to touch the sky then?

No. No matter what, I—we still have to go to the sea. I don't wanna let her die in a lousy camper that already seen enough misery for two lifetime. I don't want her to end up like Joan. I don't want Aurora to just succumb to her illness. I just wanted her to… I don't even know anymore.