I wanted to run after him, but I knew we would only fight. So I sat down and thought for what seemed like hours. Debating the same thoughts over and over again.

Should I Sign, could I, will I?
What if I don't?
Will he die and I won't get to even say goodbye?
If I do will I die?
Will I have to watch him die?

I hoped that these thoughts would end and David would come in and tell me that it was all a mistake and he had signed up for something else. I hoped he would come and hold me and I could sleep.

But that wasn't going to happen. I was going to have to Sign. I thought on these thoughts and decided that I would do it in the morning, right when curfew would end.

David probably stayed at John's house, about six miles away from here. Which meant I could Sign and be back before he got back.

These thoughts and plans exhausted me to the point where I couldn't hold my heavy eyelids open. So I shut them and slowly slumped in my chair, fast asleep.