Guess what…I am back. Doc came back in and he was excited about something. He wouldn’t tell me what was making him so excited but he got really excited when I told him about me waking up here instead of on the beach. He just said, “That”s excellent, dear boy… that’s good.’ I don’t know. I asked him why I was here and not on the beach and he said the strangest thing. The beach isn’t there. I don’t know what he means by that. Of course the beach is there. I see it everyday with my own eyes. He left shortly after that and I haven’t seen him since. No worries.

Journal Six

I woke up in the same colorless place again today. This time though, Kim was there when I woke up. Her eyes were wet again and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Her pretty voice was blurred for some reason. I kept asking her to repeat what she said again, but she wouldn’t do it. She just sat there with her eyes wet. I wonder what it means when your eyes get wet. I don’t think my eyes have ever gotten wet. At least that I remember. She is holding my hand. I didn’t know it at first, but when I looked down, I saw her holding my hands. I tried to hold hers back. I tried to squeeze her hand but I couldn’t do it. I don’t know why I couldn’t feel her hand. She was in there talking to me and then Doc came in and said something to her. His eyes were wet too. Must be raining on the beach. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him. They just stood there like that for a while. Doc is a real nice person. He is kind. Kim is nice too. I like being around her. Well… time for me to go. I feel the lights going are going to go out soon. Must be time to sleep. Tomorrow I will write more about Kim’s visit. I like it when she comes to talk to me.