[from near the journal, there's the nonsensical mumbling you'd expect out of someone just waking up.]
...why 'm I in my kitch... en...?
[a pause... then this weird, sticking sound, like something being peeled off skin.]
I'm covered in starfish.
I should be more surprised.
[he slaps something onto the page. it's wet and star-shaped.]Ugh. What
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