It's that time again journal, the time where I sink into some blankets, grab a cup of warm drink and write with my illegal pen to you about my day.

Today was interesting. You see, I've been holed up in here ever since about two o' clock this afternoon.
In the middle of my show, Intern Marvin knocked fervently on my door. I answered when we went to weather and he told me I needed to leave. When I pressed him for questions he handed me a report and with an incantation of sorts, disappeared into thin air with a puff of red smoke.

The report told that Diego-the man suspected of murder-has escaped. It said that after almost three days of silence, he suddenly stood up from his chair and announced that he was leaving. The two officers in the room urged him to sit, inter-dimensional tasers in hand. When he refused however, they glanced to each other and lunged at Diego. Diego, in turn, summoned a pistol from seemingly thin air and shot the two officers in the chest.
You see, we Night Valeans are immune to guns, but we do feel a burst of pain from them. In this short burst, there was enough time for Diego to shoot open the lock on the door and escape. Why were no other officers on guard outside? The answer is that there were officers before they all went on lunch break. We all have to eat you know? I don't blame them.
Anywho, he fled on foot in the opposite direction of NightVale. He ran in the direction of... Ugh. Just writing the name makes me hurt. Literally, my fingernails are bleeding from just thinking about writing it.

Desert Bluffs.

Everybody in NightVale is urged to stay home and lock the doors. The Sheriffs secret police say that "Because Diego has escaped, there is high chance that there will be more murders. On the more positive side, our auction is coming up soon!"
So here I sit, on my couch with Laney and a cup of tea writing this and listening to the white noise of a movie called "The proposal"

Carlos was at his lab when this all happened so he'll be spending the night there. He's sending me pictures of him and his scientists. He explains that they've made a make shift tent out of chairs and left over lab coats and they've found a way to make the coats glow in the dark with a bunch of chemicals. Carlos says the tent looks like the glow cloud and all of his scientists are jokingly bowing to it. He claims that a couple of scientists are playing poker on a pack of cards they found in one of the lab coats. One of the scientists who is named Solomon keeps cheating. Carlos says that Solomon is using a pair of X-Ray glasses to look through the other players deck to see their cards. Solomon denies it ferociously when questioned.
He says that his scientist are pooling their leftovers from lunch break into a feast and that he can smell the rubbery warmed over broccoli and chicken from where he is sat in his rolling chair underneath the glowing tent.

Laney is nibbling my socks which I've learned is a sign she's hungry. I guess this means it's time to feed my hungry friend and make my way to bed. I must wish you, my journal, and Carlos a good and safe night and leave you so I may shower and eat dinner myself.

Goodnight Journal.

Goodnight Nightvale.

Authors note: still not as long as it used to be but since my school has gone back in its harder to balance school work and Fanfiction. If chapters are shorter and your the kind that gets upset at short chapters, I apologize and I'll try to work on them sooner. Goodnight readers
-Optic