Joe's Blog: I Was Right

iwasrightiwasrightiwasright Dear world: It's a monarch! I thought the butterfly growing inside the Mini-Dome was a monarch – and it was. I think it's going to hatch and then pick somebody. Maybe. To lead us … out? Maybe. Confusing as it may be – that's the good news. All the rest? Pretty gnarly. There are four of us now – me, my sister, Norrie and Junior. We're the Ones, apparently – the ones who can talk to … whoever or whatever the heck put this thing here. So we decided to go to the Dome – the big guy – to demand some answers. HAHAHAHA. Like – god forbid! Right? Instead, we saw Big Jim Rennie. On the OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL. And he kind of walked toward us. Smiled a little bit. And then things got ugly – blood started spreading across his shirt, and then we all looked down and realized that we had bloody knives in our hands, and Junior freaked out and … not good. We went to the Dome for answers. We only came back with more questions. I think Barbie's the monarch – and now Big Jim has charged him with murder. Last I heard, Barbie was on the run. I really don't know where we go from here. I guess time will tell. Even in here.