Hany Khafre's Journal: September 20, Cairo, Egypt

3:00pm

We got just enough closer to the site to see multiple helicopters flying around, what I think were a couple of tanks, a few huge spotlights, and more fucking troops than I've ever seen outside a parade.

Sarah, posessed by some insanity, stood up from our crouched position and marched toward the site. After a couple of minutes, I heard some shots fired and I couldn't see Sarah anymore. A moment later a fucking American jeep pulls up to where I was lying and a grunt shines a flashlight in my face while another drags me into the jeep. They drove me back to Cairo and dumped me in the street without a fucking word. I still haven't heard from Sarah. The police are wholly unhelpful. The consulate is 'looking into the situation'.

I don't know what the fuck is going on but I want that stirring rod back and I want Sarah back.