ALL MESSED UP
Hey, this is Rob. So much has happened this past week, it's like my life's been completely turned upside down.
Beta-7 was supposed to call me when he got back into town from San Francisco Sunday night. I never heard from him, but I didn't really think anything of it at first. I figured he probably got in late, was tired and just forgot to call. So I waited until late Monday morning and called him at home. There was no answer, so I left him a message saying to call me when he got up. He's usually pretty good about calling back, and he doesn't usually sleep very late. I waited until about 2:00 pm, and figured even with jetlag, he'd have to be up by now, so I called again but still no answer.
Then it occurred to me that maybe he ended up staying longer in SF and hadn't come back yet. So I emailed him and called the number he left me for where he could be reached in SF. There was no answer there either, so I left a message asking him to call me, and if he needed me to go feed Lucky or anything.
After a couple more hours, I was starting to get worried, so I posted a blog, figuring he'd definitely see the message then. Still hadn't heard from him Tuesday morning. After I got out of class, I checked my voicemail and called his place again, still nothing. So I drove over to his place.
I rang the bell and knocked, and I could hear Lucky crying inside, but nobody answered the door. I used my emergency spare key to get in, and saw that the apartment had been ransacked. Whoever had been there tore everything apart, looking for something. They took his CPU, a bunch of files in his desk, and his game consoles. All of his games and DVD's were tossed all over the floor. The beta discs, taped memos, and boxes of still shredded memos were all taken as well. Everything having to do with his fight against Sega was gone.
I was shocked when I first saw it, I felt like I was going to pass out. I was more frightened than I've ever been in my life right then, and all these horrible thoughts of what could have happened to my best friend came racing through my head.
I called his Mom and told her to come over to his place. I felt like she should hear it from me first instead of the police. I also wanted to apologize to her because I felt partly responsible, like I should have done more or acted sooner. I felt really guilty for helping him with this website, like this was what got him in over his head.
I've been cooperating fully with the police, I told them everything I know, showed them the site, what few files I had on my computer. The airline verified that Beta-7 was on the flight to San Francisco on Friday, but not the flight back on Sunday. Since there was no sign of forced entry, I think the police believe Beta-7 did all this himself, ran away, and is hiding out somewhere. I have a feeling this is what his mother thinks as well. I told them I've seen him black out with my own eyes, and it's for real, but I don't think they believe me, either.
I know some of you out there might think Beta-7 is crazy or something, and while he's definitely been affected by what all this business has done to him, I know him well enough to know that he's not crazy. He wouldn't do this to his own place, and he wouldn't just take off like that, without saying anything. He wouldn't do that to his family and his friends. And I absolutely know he would NEVER just take off like that and leave Lucky by himself for more than a weekend.
I just know Sega had something to do with this, even though I can't prove anything. I'm still trying to get more info out of the police, but it's like pulling teeth. I'll keep you posted when I hear anything else.