I have no other option

I have to go back to that tree. I can't remember the last three days. I've lost all the money I had with me. I feel sick, and I've developed a cough.

I woke up today in a hotel room, with my last memory being of me going to sleep on a park bench. That Lego toy was tapped to the ceiling, and the papers from Andrew's journal (that must be what they are) were pinned up around it. I found my camera smashed and on the floor; Andrew is the only one who could have done all this. He's taunting me, first with that video now with this.

I have to go back. It's my only option. If I keep running I'll die, either from exhaustion/starvation or Him. It should only take a day or two to get back, but knowing what happened last time, it may be a while before I post again...or I might already have. I don't know what will happen, or why he wants me back...those papers where useless to me, just like that video.

I feel Him watching me now. I have to go. I'm just some kid, heh, I'm just another fool, I can't go on forever...

Goodby.