The next memory was brief, and not so charged as the ones before. Loki recognized the girl, though Louis didn't. She played at magic, but couldn't really hope to understand it. Even amongst Asgardians, a talent for anything more than cursory sorcery was rare, and regarded more with distrust than as a prize. She could analyze all she wanted - she would never hold the secret for herself.
Louis kept his eyes closed, and breathed slowly. He was trying not to panic as fear began to worm its way in. There was no way to know if this was just him or not, but in the past these things had affected everyone with a journal. That meant everyone else was seeing something similar, and who knew how awful it might have the potential to be. He needed to check on everyone. Sam, Neil, Iris, Evan, Tess, they might all of them be adrift in some terrible waking nightmare.