( In which our hero makes his triumphant return! )

You know, it’s not everyday a girl finds a random journal shoved in her stuff. I’m not entirely sure why I’m even using it, and not throwing it out, other than hey. Free book! I mean, I’m not exactly journal-girl here, but I don’t see how this little thing can do any harm either ( Read more... )

Your eyes they shine like tiny stars,
Your heart so cold, my only light.
Without you, I'm nothing, maybe less,
My sweet dark princess of the night.

It's been weeks since I last saw her. I can't take this much longer. Without her, there's no pleasure to be found in anything. Why did she leave me? Weren't we happy? It's all his fault, the bastard. I ( Read more... )

[ Hesitant writing. Kind of sporadic, sometimes long pauses between words and sentences. ]

Sorry I haven't written in a while, I've not had much to say in light of what's been going on around here -- with both the fires and Captain George Stacy, and I [ Pause.

A few minutes later. ]We're trying very hard to get to the bottom of this, and I'm ( Read more... )

Been out of town for a while.

I missed anything?

[Watson's handwriting is a little slanted as he has to lay on his good side.]I didn't think I'd be caught in one of those. It was such a shock, after I recovered of course, to remember that it occurred at Stark Industries. I wonder if it's any coincidence that these fires are taking place in areas where they can be easily dismissed as electrical ( Read more... )

So...Mr. Stark?

Do I still have a job? 

Has anyone seen Jan?

I know how many psychopaths and lowlifes use this thing ( Read more... )

Seeing as the proper channels seem to be unsurprisingly tight lipped, as ever, perhaps someone in here can help me. My apartments are locked, my neighbours believe I'm deceased, and I appear to have lost two months in one night. I have Does anyone have any explanation, or is this yet another strange puzzle left to frustrate me?