- True passengers / Chapter 1: Fuck it!
- True passengers / Chapter 2: I come to…
- True passengers / Chapter 3: Gradually…
- True passengers / Chapter 4: There is one thing
- True passengers / Chapter 5: Three days
- True passengers / Chapter 6: I wake up
- True passengers / Chapter 7: Let’s think
- True passengers / Chapter 8: I finally finish
- True passengers / Chapter 9: 2841 words
- True passengers / Chapter 10: Day 11
- True passengers / Chapter 11: Day 13
- True passengers / Chapter 12: Day 17
- True passengers / Chapter 13: Day 19
- True passengers / Chapter 14: Day 23
- True passengers / Chapter 15: Day 29
- True passengers / Chapter 16: Day 31
- True passengers / Chapter 17: Day 37
- True passengers / Chapter 18: Day 41
- True passengers / Chapter 19: Day 43
- True passengers / Chapter 20: Day 47
- True passengers / Chapter 21: Day 53
- True passengers / Chapter 22: Day 67
- True passengers / Chapter 23: Day 71
- True passengers / Chapter 24: Day 101
- True passengers / Chapter 25: Day 137
Day 13. I finally found a sedative. A small bottle of cognac, which some clever bug had hidden at the bottom of his luggage container, wrapped in ugly Hawaiian shirts. How did he manage that? After all, all personal belongings are repeatedly inspected and scanned.
I think long and hard about whether to try it, but in the end I decide against it. After all, the situation is still extreme and I need to keep a clear head. I’ll save it for later. Maybe when the answer comes from Earth… If I live sure to see it, that is… I’ll open it and definitely get drunk with joy.
I can’t get Barbara out of my head. I couldn’t even jerk off properly while watching porn because I saw her features in every actress. Damn it! What’s wrong with my head?








