Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

I'm not quite sure how to process something. I have been known to faint on occasion, most recently about heights. It's an illogical fear I can not fight.

But apparently my dreams have been pointing to something, not that I have any faith in the reliability of dreams. There is no scientific fact. And last night I observed something that made me faint.

Spock. The Spock lives in the same hallway as me.

asdflkj; can you smell my excitement?

I...er, I wanted to sort of apologize to everybody for my other...post.

And, uh, if anybody knows a doctor or IS a doctor I...probably need some help. I can sort of walk, but everything hurts and I think my wrist might be getting infected.

Um, yeah. Sorry. Again.

If anyone would tell me where I am, I would appreciate it.

This "welcome note" isn't very helpful.

[Sounds of rustling, moving furniture, windows and doors being opened. Punctuated by gruff mumbles that do not sound amused.]

[Sounds of pacing, a pause, pacing resumes for a second.]

Dammit, I'm a doctor, not a princess.

[Call cuts out.]