Ophelia is taking interest in me. How nice. She still seems a little startled when I speak. She will get over it. She has to. We are stuck here. Oh gosh, we are stuck here. Oh no. For how long? Why did we arrive When did we get When did she How are I do not What YoGrGFHWYSJIUIDV. 

I... do not... want... to die.

“We should start moving“. Ophelia! What an idea! She is so smart. Of course, I did think of that. My head was just much too full of questions to think clearly. Ophelia will act as my rock. A replacement rock. The one I had at home sucked anyway.