Journal's End

What does a twelve-year-old chess tournament junkie do when their manager/legal guardian discovers a long lost relative, eighty million times removed, that pops up and says: Hey, I want to spend time with a total stranger that I might be less related to than Jesus? And a kid?

And where is this relative? In the middle of nowhere! In an actual, honest to God, log-freaking-cabin covered in miles of snow. And no internet!

Yeah, that’s a whole lotta nope right there.

Hopefully this “relative” just wants an autograph and civilization can be returned to before any lasting harm is done.

Everyone knows that boredom kills kids.

Every day.