Things could be better, but they could also be a whole lot worse. They're definitely better than they were before.
My search for some answers has been rough so far. While on Freeport 2, I made contact with Admiral Adamson. I was relieved to find out that he hadn't planned to release me back to the hospital, and hadn't thought me crazy either. As it turned out, his hand had been forced. Apparently I'm not the only one that's had strange things happen to them. I was hoping he had some more answers, but he didn't.
I did find out that there were apparently some quiet orders to have me taken back into custody ASAP. That's no surprise, but It looks like I'm a fugitive for the time being. As much as that hurts, I'd rather be a fugitive than a captive. I have the Aedos, and she's good enough to keep me free.
Anyway, with the fact that I was wanted in mind, I couldn't communicate with Adamson too long. It would be very bad for him if anyone found out. So without further ado, I set out towards Bretonian space. I'm currently in Cortez, trying to figure out where to go next.
I also found out something else. Literally hours after I was rescued from Denver Hospital, the entire place was destroyed. The Liberty government hasn't released details, but the reporters who saw the scene say it looked like the work of Phantoms. I don't think it was a coincidence that I was rescued just before that happened, but it creates even more questions. Who rescued me? Was I rescued by the phantoms, or rescued from the phantoms? In either case, why?
I wish I knew where that old man who got me out is. He would know.
I'm not sure what to do next. I can't go home to Liberty without being arrested. I want to find answers, but I don't know where to look. All I can do is wander around places and people connected with these strange events and hope that something falls into place. Part of me wants to simply disappear, but I don't think that I can evade whatever is happening forever. Somehow, I need to face it.
I know they won't leave me alone. So I'll let myself be found... and I'll be ready. Whoever comes.