Over here! [There's a bit more of a feeble light showing the way, as he lifts up his journal above his head. It's glowing, as he's kept writing a note to himself on it (once he discovered it does indeed remind yourself of it).
He's stubbornly trying to ignore the shit on the walls - "Going home means going back to being dead", "He’ll never be able to stop loving her.", "I never want to go back if it means not seeing you again." It can all shut up and go be creepy at someone else, he doesn't care. Nope.]
[He wouldn't mind if it fucking stopped already, though.]