[After the dinosaurs and coming face to face with Matt Parkman he went back to his original thought that hiding from the problems wasn't going to make anything better. So he's moved back into his room in the castle, though he hasn't put the nameplate back up just yet. No reason to invite the wolves]

( Claire )

( [Inara] )

( Claire )

[moves through his room, the journal mysteriously open to the world as he heads to the bathroom to tie his tie on for the morning]

When I'm in trouble or out of step
If my balance has been upset
Oh, there's a feeling I can't accept [tugs on the bottom of his tie to bring the knot up to his neck]There's one thing that helps me to forget ( Read more... )

[Nathan was waiting for the castle to realize he wasn't twenty-nine anymore, but it seemed set on keeping him at the age he was at. Tapping his fingers against the journal pages he shook his head before starting]

So I suppose I should be pleased that I'm not fifteen, but it seems I'm not quite the correct age.

[the trouble he has sleeping hasn't gotten better, even with the tea Inara had given him, he was still finding himself getting up in the middle of the night to never return back to sleep. Pacing the floors, or just sitting and reading whatever book he'd taken from the library. Waking up this time, he stumbles over his shoes, blurry vision barely ( Read more... )

[after finding the note he's reminded slightly of the boys one attempt into the Boy Scouts, but leaves the cookies for the moment figuring that he'll just make a donation to the cause instead of trying to sell them]I wonder how successful this attempt to raise money will be for this troop. You have to wonder, if we're all buying each others cookies ( Read more... )

[Nathan just shaved... slightly off put by the pink hues of his room and the plastic of his furniture but he'd already heard a few of the journal entries talking about the discomfort and assumed it was just one of those things he'd read about. You can hear the tapping of the razor against the side of the sink and the water running. He switches it ( Read more... )

[Nathan has spent a great deal of time reading the journal. Mostly his own entries but a few that had been directed to him, a few that were transcribed from events he knows he had to have experienced regardless of the lack of memories in his mind. Part of him wonders, if they are locked away somewhere in his subconscious, but he also realizes that ( Read more... )

[Nathan wakes up suddenly a sharp gasp of air taken in by him and recorded by the journal. He didn't even remember getting into bed let alone falling into that heavy of a sleep. Things were blurring a bit these days... it was probably the very lack of sleep that had pushed him to the edge. Reaching his hand out across toward his night stand he ( Read more... )