A small smile curled the corner of his mouth and his dark brown eyes lightened with amusement. It was a relief actually. As absolutely insane as all of this was and, in a way, downright scary, it was a relief to find out that he wasn't alone. And it made him wonder... if he felt this way with her and it was a similar feeling with Keiran the bartender, if Keiran was a part of this too. No. Lightening didn't strike like that (although a part of him deep inside said that it could if wielded properly).
"I didn't write in mine but I opened it to re-read the note when I noticed that other people had been writing in it. One of the entries was really funny so I thought what the hell, and wrote back. We... talked... if you want to call it that. I don't know what happened but he, I think it was a he, stopped writing suddenly so I never found out who it was. I'm not much of a writer either. Not much of a talker period so I don't think I'll be using mine much too but the entries are... interesting. Who are these people? And who the hell sent us those journals? Who wrote that note? I was able to puzzle out it was Rhea but who the hell is that?"