Yeesh-

There's been a little hostility on the comment boards of late.

Still, I believe it was Benjamin Franklin that wrote "The primary ingredient of greatness is a loud opposition."

OK, I made that up.

Still, I have bigger problems.

The thing is, after I killed Williamson and woke up in the cage, Alyssa's pretty much been on her own. Like, he had all kinds of books and stuff but a lot of them are in different languages, and he a has a LOT of stuff laying around, some of which might be total bullshit.

For example, he has an book in what I think is Romainian, that looks really old and has pictures of men turning into beasts, but on the other hand, he also has an original shooting script from "Teen Wolf Too." I'm pretty sure that isn't the world's most definitive text on how werewolves actually function. I mean, I'm one, and I can't box worth a lick. Speaking of that, Jason Bateman seems to have come a long way.

Really.

But seriously, according to her, she had only worked with the guy for two months, primarily doing clerical stuff, picking up his laundry at the cleaners, stuff like that. He was loaded though and the pay was good, at least it beat being an art handler, so she was into it. She's also an actress, but I haven't seen her go out on any auditions. She showed me her headshot, and I gotta be honest, it doesn't really look much like her. It's a nice shot, but it kinda glammed her up too much. Either way, she doesn't know that much at all about werewolf hunting, and to be honest, thought it was a crock of shit until she saw Jeff change for the first time.

He's still gone by the way.

I don't know how he got out of the cage, but when I woke up the other day his door was open and he was gone. It'd be awful if he hurt somebody. I pitched it to Alyssa that we ought to call the cops, but she answered back with the fact that if she did that, she'd have to tell them that we were werewolves, which is gonna get us all locked up in Bellvue, and additionaly she'd have to explain how she got rid of Williamson's body. I know it's gross, but it made sense.

She had Jeff eat him.

I was knocked out by the dart, and stayed under for a two days, but she just dragged him into Jeff's cage, and apparently, there was barely enough left the next day to change the bag on the dustbuster.

She told me not to tell him, and I obliged.

Either way, we're in a bit of a fix.

Some of the commenters were right.

I am bored.