Oh, Rusty, you idiot. If I ever get the chance to return this journal, I want you to know that we always trusted you. We were just worried about the pressure you put on yourself. Even Trent misses you, despite all of his stupid, alpha male chest thumping.
Boris is the real jerk here. Everyone else wants to look for you, but he keeps insisting that it's not worth it. How can he be so heartless? It's like he's a robot or something. He hardly even seems frightened by this place! I wish I could say this same. I feel like I'm trapped in a nightmare, and each day it gets worse.
Please be out there, Rusty. We need to stick together and find a way home. God, I just want go home...