The men in black coats dragged us out to the large church today. Capricorn wanted Mo to read aloud for him; Mo would have refused, but Basta was holding a his precious knife to my neck.

Hearing Mo read aloud was amazing though. He's voice is absolutely perfect. He does it much better than I can.

Mo first read from Treasure Island. It wasn't long before gold began to materialize in front of us. It was almost as if we were THERE, I could smell the salt of an ocean, and hear the waves crash against the beach.

They made him try again, with Arabian Nights, but gold didn't appear. Instead there was a whole bunch of sand, and a boy. The poor thing looked scared out of his wits. I believe they're holding him in the cowshed/cell right next to ours.