I'm tired.

[Regen world]

There's a Justin here. He's not mine, though.

I 'm dead, right? That's the only explanation I can come up with for waking up in this strange little room, with a not-doctor standing over me in this terribly comfortable bed after having been nearly blown off the street in Diagon Alley. I'm assuming I'm no longer in Diagon Alley. But, well, everything still hurts, so perhaps not dead. Perhaps head trauma? I'm hallucinating. That's it! That has to be it. Why else would I be writing this all down in this book? Besides that they told me I could. Keep track of my hallucinations!

Weird house.
Comfy bed.
Strange new journal waiting for me.

Head trauma. I wonder how to get to St. Mungos from hallucination land. Perhaps a left at Disbelief Lane and stay right at the Fork?

Either way, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have signed myself up for experimentation.

HAS ANYONE SEEN JUSTIN? I CAN'T FIND HIM AND HIS NAME ISN'T ON THE DOOR!

And now Kaitlin's just going to be suuuuuuper lazy.
( FROM JAYNE! )
( FROM TED! )
( FROM EVAN! )
( FROM DEAN! )
( FROM PARVATI! )
( FROM MARIANA! )
( FROM COLIN! )
( FROM WIL! )