Stevie had recommended very strongly, shortly before what Misty hadn't realized would be more final days of her life, that she journal. She's never been brave enough to stick out an attempt, but she's prepared always for another round.

And she makes grocery lists. Tiny maps. Come on Soldat, she isn't living like a heathen.

"Yeah, back of the junk drawer in the kitchen," she answers, easily. "Do yiu want me to bring you some? And a...pen, or anything?"