λ^0.018*(dictated, also backdated)

[hev_interloper]

[A quiet, mild voice comes over the journal, sounding very confused.]

This is Dr. Gordon Freeman, I'm not... quite sure I know where I am although I'd like to know.

Apparently I'm not the only one, so if anyone else has seen something with my name on it, let me know? This is so strange...

[[ Gordon's memories to be found are located here.

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[bluespells]

...I've got a crowbar that belongs to you.

[hev_interloper]

A crowbar?

Strange.

[bluespells]

Uh-huh. At least it's not bloody or anything.

[hev_interloper]

I don't see why it would be?

[bluespells]

Because a lot of the stuff people have been finding around here has been kinda... not good.

[hev_interloper]

Oh.

Well, in that case, I'll be glad it isn't bloody too.

[bluespells]

Yeah.

[hev_interloper]

[Awwwkward silence, because Gordon doesn't have anything to say, yo]

[bluespells]

[it's more than he usually says!]

You want to come get it? Or should I bring it to you?

[hev_interloper]

[This is true, but then again, he doesn't remember the trauma that made him stop talking in the first place]

I can come and get it, if you'd like.

[bluespells]

I'm in 507.

[doesn't feel like leaving his nest of memories.]

[hev_interloper]

Alright, I'll be up shortly.

Thanks.

[bluespells]

Not a problem.

[hev_interloper]

[Have a knocking on your door, Billy]

[bluespells]

[He opens it almost immediately, holding the crowbar.]

[hev_interloper]

Oh... wow. Thank you so much.

[Gordon reaches out to take it, and... can't.

His hands drop at the last second, like they're being repulsed by a magnetic force or something.]