Off the River, and Through the Woods
Wednesday, May 19, 2094 Alexandria, Louisiana District No patient notes today. I'm weary from travel, but wanted to get a few things written down, if for no other reason than to decompress. When we docked at Davis Island, two armed River Port Security officers stormed aboard the Adeline . My stomach dropped like a lead weight into a pond, and all the bile tossing around in there threatened to resurface. I quickly retreated to my room when I saw them on the dock waiting for the ship to moor. If they were coming for me, I wanted my belongings. When I heard boots stomping on the hallway outside my door, I cried. By some miracle, they passed. I watched, baffled, as they towed a handcuffed passenger off the ship and down the dock. The rumors spread that he had seditious material, and had been distributing the printed propaganda at every port call we had made. The man's name was William, and he often kept to himself. I had no contact with him during our journey. I feel asha