Mary called. She sounded terrified, apparently the cult house was overrun, and she managed to get away with a few of them, but they don’t know where they’re going. They’re just wandering through the night.
I told her to take some pictures of what she can see and try to stay put, while I talked to Martin. We had a massive row about it, but I wouldn’t let it go. I understand that he’s angry with her, for basically tricking us into shacking up with the modern day equivalent of Heaven’s Gate, but she is still his mother.
We couldn’t figure out where she was from the pictures, but we’ve set out to see if we can find her. No sign of them so far, but I’ll make sure that we drive all night if we have to. He might not see it now, because he’s blinded by rage, but he’s lost too much already, and he won’t take another loss.