I shouldn't have even bothered asking Marcus for help. He looked like he wanted to attack me when I asked him to talk to her. Considering he gets to sleep next to her every night, I thought he might have been worried about her. Apparently I was wrong. Now I have to try talking to her and finding out what's wrong. I have a feeling I know what's wrong.

I shouldn't have yelled at her like that, but I didn't know what else to do. I have all these memories and I want to make them real but I don't know how. We didn't get to see HOW it works, just that it does. I'm unhappy now, and I know I can be happy, I just don't know how to get that point.

I'm going to try to go into work tomorrow. It'll be my first day back since I got sick. I have to get out of this house, even for just a little bit. I know Marcus brought her here to keep her safe, and I'm thankful for that, but me being here right now is just too hard. It's hard to be in my own bed, alone, now that I've felt what it's like not to be anymore.

Gods, I'm being ridiculous. If I want to be there for the morning rush, I have to go to sleep. Easier said than done when they're sleeping, or doing other things, down the hall.

STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM, Johnson!! Go to sleep. Imagine you're in Binns class and George is snoring beside you.