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Journal Entry #182, October 31, 2008

What a day. I escaped from jail. Regan talks me into saving someone from getting kidnapped. That someone turns out to be Xamn. This cannot be mere coincidence. I simply can’t believe that. It was supposed to happen this way. For what reason, I have no idea whatsoever. I do feel bad for not waiting for the police, but what would I have told them? Certainly not the truth—that I had just saved my brother, who I’ve been looking for since the 700s, from being murdered by someone working for the man who burned my brother and me at the stake. Oh, and by the way, sorry for the little jailbreak this morning. Somehow, I don’t think that would have gone over too well. He’s alive and that’s the most important thing right now. I saw in the newspaper this morning that they’re looking for me. I suppose I’ll have to leave town for a few days. At least until my face is not so fresh in their memories. I’ll resume my search for Xamn when I come back.