I'm actually really happy here. I have Elizabeth and people I care about. Sometimes I miss my cousins and Peter, but if I was back home I would be dead and not have the happiness I have in Beacon Hills. I feel kind of guilty for being happy when so many of you are suffering.

I wish I knew what to do here.

I had thought that after being here a couple of days and making sure I'm actually it would start to make more sense. But it hasn't. I've been told the how, I've looked up theories that could explain it, but nothing.

We're really stuck in a town and brought by some sort of magical tree stump?