Klayton's P.O.V.
3:00 am.
Klayton's Private Jet.
Flying from Cameron, North Carolina to Madrid, Spain.
It's currently three o'clock in the morning and there's nothing but peace and quiet right now on my private jet as everyone sleeps.
I really wish that I could sleep and get some rest myself so that I've got the energy I know I'll desperately need when it comes to finding Cassidy and battling that bastard Trevor but I can't seem to relax long enough to get some sleep.
I feel so incredibly wired and tense and I have done for days now, so instead of wasting my time trying to get some sleep which I know I'll never get, I've decided to read through Tommy's journal to find out what could possibly be in there that would be helpful to us in Tommy's mind.
At first, it felt really odd when I
