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[Judas transferred some of his blood into Libby while it still contained healing nanomites. They were weaker for her, and self-terminated only a few hours later, but slightly accelerated her recovery to the point where she's regaining consciousness today. She can be heard groaning, and then her breath catches in her throat. She's touched her face and found the gouges to still be there--healing slowly, but there.]

I...

[She makes a pained noise. Yep, she just prodded at her stomach LIKE A BOSS. Smart.]

I didn't die. Why...?

I need one or two members of Security in the Infirmary right now. The Warden Master, the one with the beard, just tried to choke Saxon to death. I struck him in the head--the Warden one--and have him at gunpoint as we speak. Someone needs to hold him down while I treat the split in his forehead, and then take him to Level 0.

Saxon is still alive. If any of the medical doctors want to stop in and check his neck and throat while I treat the other one's injury, that'd be a real help.

[NOTE: This is a voice entry. Hurley left Libby a few things, including a letter--the letter is handwritten on paper, however, and doesn't show up here.]

He was here...he came here, all I ever wanted was for him to come here so I could see him again, but...

[She's crying quietly.]

I would have given anything to see him face-to-face, so I could hold him for just a minute. No, even a few seconds would have been enough...I would have sold my soul for that. It isn't fair, Admiral, I've worked so hard...

Hurley knew that; he knew the way I felt. He read my journal...and he knows everything, now. He knows that I betrayed him...what I did was unforgivable, it was calculated, it was disturbing, and he still forgave me like it was a non-issue. Like it was just some little mistake that hadn't really affected him at all. All I needed to forgive myself was that, but he said other things...he told me he loves me too, that he loves me as much as I love him, and that it's okay if I let him go. He just wants me to be happy.

[The crying is muffled for a moment; she's pressing her face to something.]

I feel free...