ᶜᴼᴺᵀᴱᴺᵀ ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ — ᴿᴱᶜᴼᴹᴹᴱᴺᴰᴱᴰ ¹⁶⁺ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʰᵘᵐᵒʳ, ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ, ᵇᵒᵈʸ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉʳʸ. 

08/23/1980

Dear Diary,

Trevor came back, obviously. Although, to be fair, he actually came back Monday afternoon... he certainly made me wait.

A few days ago, during the pathetic excuse for dinner they keep giving us, the old man from the elderly couple who came up to Sector B with me, started staring at me after complaining about how little food we get.
Like... really staring.
Honestly, it was almost rude.
So I asked him if I could help him, mostly because they still keep treating Jenny, Trevor, and I like we're waiters, since we're the only staff members up here.
And do you know what he answered?
Yes.
I mean... wasn't it obvious I was being sarcastic?
Then he slammed his face straight into the plate in front of him. I thought he was dead, but he sat back up a few seconds later. He had spaghetti stuck all over his face. It was horrifying.
Purple liquid was dripping out of his nose, so his wife started shaking him, but he just kept staring at me.
That idiot Jenny started laughing. So, as usual, I almost started laughing too.
His face turned bright red, and I thought, well, sure, if two girls are laughing in your face it makes sense you'd get mad... but I also thought he was about to explode. Just like my boss did. So I grabbed my plate and stood up.
Instead, he smashed his face into the plate a second time.
Only then did his entire body explode into a rainbow of pastel colors... blood... and guts...
There was pastel slime all over the white tablecloth. You can't even have dinner in peace anymore.
Then his wife started screaming. Fair enough.
Then all the other guests joined in.
Jenny was screaming too, but mostly because she was pissed that her food had become inedible.
We're all starving.

Anyway, don't ask me how Jenny managed to get hold of a curling iron.
I was curling my hair while she was soaking in the bathtub next to me, humming Funkytown over and over, which was already starting to get on my nerves. I moved a lock of my hair aside and noticed this pink streak.
What was I supposed to do?
I threw the curling iron.
It sparked.
The whole room smelled like fried chicken. The two of us ended up sitting there in complete darkness. I immediately started apologizing to Jenny, but she wasn't answering. It would've been ridiculous to survive a nuclear explosion only to die from electrocution.
So I ran to grab the box with the radioactive slime and used it as a light.
With her hair like that she looked like a porcupine.
When she finally turned around and looked at me, she asked if I was stupid.
I ruined her hair, but at least she didn't die.
Although... with hair like that, maybe I would've preferred dying.
Trevor ran into our room a little while later to make sure we were okay. We didn't tell anyone the blackout was my fault. We got rid of the evidence.
I threw the curling iron out the window.

Anyway, Jenny was already in a bad mood, understandably, and got into another argument with the banana men.
She started kicking and punching, and when one of them shoved her, of course I defended her.
I yelled at my favorite banana man that he was, in fact, a banana man.
I think he took it personally. He put one hand on his chest and just stood there speechless.

I know he was my favorite because he wears a little pin on his suit that says Don't Ask Me, I'm New. He's the one who brought me the Cosmopolitan magazines, and eventually he even started bringing me the new issues. I trained him well.

Anyway, they grabbed us by the hair.
Rude.
Trevor tried to stop them, but, you know... four against one isn't exactly a fair fight. They dragged us two girls down to the underground floor.
The last thing I remember from that day is a few seconds before they threw me into a pool.
But I'm fine, those losers really are pathetic. I've just been left with this weird pain in my arms and legs... The good thing is that when I woke up the next day, after the blackout, Trevor was asleep in the chair beside my bed. I just watched him for a while. His head was tilted awkwardly to one side. I wanted to get up and wake him, but I couldn't move at all.
A few minutes later he woke up on his own and came over to me.
He told me he'd hoped they'd never take me downstairs, and that he'd even asked them not to.
But they only do stupid tests down there anyway.
Maybe I just slipped into the pool by myself, maybe they didn't push me.
I was probably still arguing with those assholes, but when I told Trevor what happened, he didn't say a word.
He just clenched his fist. It looked like he was trying to hold himself together. So I gave him a few little taps on the shoulder, the way he always does with me.
And I managed to make him smile.

We're all okay.

XOXOXO

Taffy.