I don't need to talk about anything or share my feelings or listen to sad songs or get angry or any of that. What I need is to be alone. I need you to respect that. So, that's why I decided last night that I'm packing up and taking off into the Olympics to do just that – be alone. Don't come looking for me. Don't try to contact me and certainly don't trouble my family. I plan to be gone for exactly one week from today, Tuesday, May 26th, 2009. If I am not back by noon of June 2nd then notify Chief Swan or the authorities. In that case you should let them know that I am carrying the following gear:
- Two man tent
- Repelling rope, buckles, anchors
- Personal locator beacon
- 2M Transceiver
- Bear Spray
- Pistol (.38 special) and ammo
- Inflatable Kayak
- Florescent orange hiker's vest
I am taking all the necessary precautions except taking someone else with me.
- Mike
*completely shocked, terrified and worried* Wait! Mike, No! What is going on??? Please tell me you are okay. What happened? What is going on? When exactly do you plan on leaving?!? Now? *hyperventilating* At least tell me where you are going so I know you'll be safe! And what do you mean you're going alone? Thats dangerous! You Can't go alone! Please take someone with you! I mean, I understand if you need to be alone for some reason but at least do it somewhere where you aren't in Danger! Did something happen with you and Tanya? Please don't go! *crying* Or come back! If you want to do something crazy then we can do it together but you are not doing ~Anything~ alone! Do you understand me? *Races over to his house still crying, praying that he is still there, but with that gnawing feeling that he's gone*
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