Grounded

Yeah, sorry for not writing. I got grounded even more.

And Winter, it's all your fault. Yeah, I know I'm helping you find Cecily, but why did you have to send me her journals in the mail? The mail!!! 'Cause Mom found out and got mad and took the computer away.

I just got it back about ten minutes ago, and there's big news!! Ready? Good:

I'm inside the Feral.

The nanite found the entrance point for their Web community. But I can't get in- it only works from certain computers. People who are already members of the site. At least, I think that's it. Winter, any chance you could send me one of those hacker nanites you showed me? I know you mentioned something like it once- you know, those ones that you slammed the DoD with last fall (oops, probably shouldn't have said that...) that fool the computers into thinking you're a member. Yeah, send me one.

Oh- I almost forgot! Since Mom and Dad are so unconcerned about Elaine (Mom packed up her stuff yesterday. Her room's empty now.), I'm garnering support this Halloween! I'm in charge of handing out candy, so I'll be sending out little slips of paper along with them. They'll have this URL on them.

Winter, please send me that stuff!!
~Stacie