Captain’s Log, Day 8211

Four in the morning. Four this accursed morning.

I hear someone banging on my door and screaming “CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!” at the top of his lungs. It was almost like a scene out of one of those old movies. Nobody makes movies anymore…but I digress.

I open up the door and I see Backyard Bob. He is covered in scrapes and bruises, his hair matted with blood. He’s bent over somewhat and squinting, and breathing hard.

(Why am I writing in the present tense?)

I try to go help him but he grabs my hand and forces me to stare into his eyes. “The answer lies inside me!” he says. I try to set him down but again he refuses, angrily making me look at his torso. His hand is covering a part of his bloody shirt. “The answer lies inside me!” he shouts again. “INSIDE ME!” he reiterates, slamming his fist onto his body. He starts to talk again but chokes on what I guess is his own blood. He passes out.

I call the medics and they take him down.

“The answer lies inside me.” I wonder what he meant.