Doors

[call to adam w.]

[Hours after her visit to the hospital. She's spent most of the afternoon and evening laying on the floor of the room she'd designated for the nursery in her Turnberry apartment. Ring, ring, ring until he picks up.]

[Locked to Maddie Kate R]
[Obliviously.] I haven't heard from you in awhile, so I'm checking to see if you're okay. Did you decide Hi?

skin the pineapple and throw it into the sun. if i worked at Mailboxes etc. I could smell packing peanuts alllllllll dayyyyy longggggggggggg

[After reading the journals for a number of days, seeing the varied responses and gauging his own first entry. The handwriting is tall and narrow with a heavy line in black ink.]

How long did it take for everyone to be assured that all of this wasn't simply something they were imagining or hallucinating?

[There's a pattern of lines and boxes, idle doodling as he thinks.]

It's strange writing to a piece of parchment and expecting a response. I keep pinching myself, but nothing's happened.