*Red inked entry. There is what looks like starts of sentences crossed out, and the names Bridge and Locket are legible.

Flowers are next being drawn slowly: a violet, lily, rose, snapdragon, tuberose, five leafed clover, and hydrangea, done over half an hour.*

(red inked)

We're stuck in the elevator.

Meaning me, Stoneface, Moon, and Ghost.

Why now.

(Red inked entry)

Why here

Please don't mean what i think

(Inkblots)

Tybalt. I need to see you. Today. You'll be in the Scavenger's Yard?

(Red inked entry. Another drawing of a rose. It's a detailed sketch. Hidden extremely carefully in the petals is this disconnected phrase: )

wish I clear yet afraid wonder would gone but fear lost sorry maybe I coward?

(Legibly underneath is this: )

It broke the bridge? Not totally surprising.

...I got my glasses back! My very own, beautiful red ones!

Rain King, thanks again for the other pair. I think I'll keep them just in case the Sphere decides to take mine again.

((Under this entry are three drawings. One is a fan, the second a hand mirror, and the third a chainsaw. The interesting thing is that they are all drawn in red ink and all very detailed. In the same red ink underneath is the following sentence.))

Why did he have to die?

((written in a delicate, feminine hand)) {backdated to May 18th, evening}

Hello~♥

My name is Juliet. Isn’t it nice? I was just born, practically, along with my brother Tybalt.

Of course it’s surprising to find myself here, but no use getting angry, hmm~? All girls know stress is bad for the complexion.

It’s so wonderful that everyone can talk to each other like this. After all, it makes it easier to make friends! By that I mean real friends, not people who just call you their friend but don’t act like it. There’s no patience for those people.

It’s so bland here. Quiet people who can't even make an effort to reach out in this housing place....and so little red. ☹ There should be more of it.

So...I want to see what type of people you are~!