((Backdated to this morning.))
Filtered to Helios || Unhackable
Helios, I need to talk to you. About your barrier.
[After this conversation, Don will attempt to occupy himself around the house. He swore off his tools and computer earlier in the week, and hasn't quite figured out yet how to fill his time without them. While he putters, he'll wonder whether anyone will remember that it's his birthday. Probably not. It's an arbitrary date, anyway - unlike six days from now, which will mark his one-year anniversary in Luceti.]
[The thoughts put him in a melancholy mood. Or maybe that's because it's been snowing for three days straight; or maybe it's because
yesterday's events have taken a toll on his energy. Whatever the reason, it is a quiet and reflective Donatello that his housemates will find if they come looking for him.]