We arrived home from the compound yesterday evening.

I suspect the man child captor sent out smoke signals to his assailant cohorts in town, as he was joined by a local man child comrade within 15 minutes of arriving. He then left to spend the night with this comrade, leaving the young female to once again shoulder the burden of hostage taker responsibilities. It amazes me the composure she maintains but I secretly wonder if she is just concealing the growing rage inside.

The young female has invited a friend to stay the night and they are communicating via an odd linguistic form that is probably only decipherable with the help of the diabolical YouTube entity. It seems that prior to nearly every phrase they must say “hashtag”. I am unsure if this is a reference to a form of cannabis or if they are talking about the prices of local commodities that are written on tags? Either way, I would rather die a thousand deaths before enlisting the assistance of that horrible YouTube being. I must listen closely and learn their dialect if I am ever to devise a plan for escape.

They are now forcibly causing each other to lose air in order to determine their “true laugh ” …I fear they have gone mad!! Is it possible they have contracted the scurvy??? I shall journey to the village tomorrow to purchase citrus fruits and pray it works-what other choice do I have? I fear the villagers will find out what madness lurks within these walls and demand we are quarantined. If I were to remain holed up with this madness and not allowed to leave even for my vocation-it is certain that I too would grow insane even if this lunacy is not a communicable illness!