[Anyone passing by the park today will find a new arrival wandering around, holding her journal and staring at it with utmost fascination. The journal isn't even recording, she's just peering at it and occasionally opening it to flip through the pages]
Simon? Simon, how did you get in there? [The book, of course, doesn't answer, but that doesn't seem to damper her mood any]
[She's wandering along, alternating between looking around and looking back at the book, and while there's a sense of ~*~ freeness ~*~ in the air, she doesn't seem particularly influenced by it just yet.]