Day 1: I'm... I start coughing badly whenever someone mentions murder or death. I don't know why. It hurts and I... what I see is not blood. It's not red. It's not /me/.

Day 2: I'm talking to people. So many people. At the same time. But it's not me. It's not me at all and I can't get out. Help me.

Day 2: Someone is behind the door.

Day 2: I'm next to the Captain. She's helping me. For the first time in... so long, I'm finally... calm? I... I might get rest. Thank god.

Day 2: I woke up. The Captain's still here. I would've honestly thought she left by now. My chest doesn't hurt as much as yesterday. Instead it's... behaving normally, I guess. I'm frantically trying to get this all down without looking suspicious. I don't know why.

Day 2: There's something I'm missing. I don't know what it is but it's something important. I can't put my finger on it.

Day 2: I can't find Doug. The Captain said he wasn't dead, but why can I not see him? I'm starting to doubt that statement. I.. my body can't handle it.

Day 2: Something is coming. My gut told me. Something bad. I don't know myself, not yet, but it's bad. Does it want to be discovered? Are we just that curious?

Day 2: I'm starting to think maybe being an alien is... yeah, it doesn't do anything. I'm supposed to be gone.

Day 2: The Captain is sleeping, by the way. I don't want to make any noise. I don't usually make any, but she deserves sleep too. Let's pray I don't do anything stupid.

Day 2: I can't just sit there and... pretend everything is fine. I have to find Doug. Today. Sooner or later. /I/ can't... live without at least knowing /he's/ alive. I won't just take word of mouth. I have to see him with my own... well, eye.

Day 2: I... need to see Hera as well. Something about a trade? They could've all died because of /me/. I shouldn't be forever in their debt, right now. But I am. And I have to suck it up. I can cry about it all I want, it's just how it is. I can't change it.

Day 2: I'm hitting my head in order to find out what exactly I've missed. It's something... it's on the tip of my tongue. I just can't say it. Because I don't remember.

Day 2: Well it was either this or... shouting. Either would've worked. How.. exciting. Woo.

Day 2: Of course she doesn't remember me. Who the hell do I come to for this?

Day 2: I need to make amends. Why did they bring me back? What purpose did that fulfill? What goal did they have in mind? How stupid do you have to be?

Day 2: My left hand has subsequently made this.. harder than it should be. It sprains faster. Maybe I should start recording my day instead. Logs work. Logs are better. I will still use this. Just... not as much.

Day 2: I remember this. It... deja vu. My head? Real life? Am I dreaming once more? I don't know. I remember saying those exact words. I'm not sure it ends well.

Day 2: I hope I haven't woken up the Captain with that. I tried my best to whisper.

Happy birthday, Rhys.