Next day he woke up stretching and feeling more refreshed, taking out his notepad he opened his laptop, seeing a power socket and plugging it in, once on he used his Satellite connection to connect to internet, putting some YouTube music on quietly as he started typing up what he had, blanket half-covering him as he typed, listening to some Rolling Stones while he hummed along, occasionally checking his notes or increasing upon them, one or two hours later he would have written about three pages, he had pretty much said everything that happened so far, to be honest when he read over it, it sounded like some sort of novel, was this his life now?<br/><br/>Idly drumming with his fingers in time to the music, he wondered why Jayee was being so kind to him, she didn't need to be, so what was she doing this for. Was she truly an angel or was there something more to this story.<br/><br/>Out of respect he hadn't named her instead going for just giving the facts, having pictures tell as much a story as anything, as well as some out of date information on America and what it once symbolised, he was probably so focused he wouldn't notice her when she came.<br/><br/>Wondering if he should he searched the BBC finding an article stating, 'Paul Douglas Killed by Terrorists' he gulped staring in horror, reading the article, these scoundrels work fast, already they knew Jayee was involved and now he was considered dead.<br/><br/>He fell back his mind a-blur with absolute fear.<br/><br/>Finally he read the last quote.<br/><br/>President Coll of Euphoria had this to say on the matter: "I had been looking forward to meeting Mr. Douglas, I chose him specifically... Well we mustn't let the terrorists win and must act fast and as brutally, let not the memory of Mr. Douglas be tarnished by these so-called Freedom Fighters, no we must punish them accordingly. My team has located a base in Utah and are preforming a sweep of the area now, please be assure Scotland, we take pride in our friendship with your nation."<br/><br/>The quote ended and he just stared...<br/><br/>That was it... that was it... no point doing all this, he was dead and had been a tool of this dictatorship, ready to delete whole thing, he felt a hand grab his.