It’s hard to believe that it was only yesterday I was infiltrating my enemy’s factory and running through a theme park being chased by giant cats, but here I am. I’m standing in the middle of Awashikawa on a bright and sunny day, and I’m thinking about how to frame my first shot.
I try to clear my throat from the giant frog lodged in it, but it feels like my whole body is unhappy with me. The antibiotics and pain killers have kicked in and lowered my fever, but I still feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. I guess I’m more out of shape than I realized. Months of living on the smallest of scraps will do that to you, though.