Dark Times. Stole the kids from Connie, again, as I thought I killed her and went on the run. Turns out I didn’t kill her and just dreamed the whole thing in a White Shadow haze and no one was looking for me and she was just living the high life, happy to get rid of the kids. On the lamb, I was forced to take refuge with Bolo, the Salfornio Master. He needed a back-up band after his old backing band disappeared after a gig in the mud hills of the Parsuplian Shelf. After the kids and I auditioned for him, he stuffed me in a well and then he and the kids dripped lemon juice in  my eyes. They called him ‘dad’ and helped him club me with pillow cases filled with soda cans. The black eye and bruises were not limited to my face. I tried to escape so many times with Saskia but Panda would tell Bolo where we were every fucking time. Saskia was having tremors, but we took care of that. I really should have killed Panda so many times. There were so many clues in retrospect... but that’s how it always is, isn’t it?