(Disclaimer: This book and its characters don't belong to me; however, the story plot is all mine, besides the memories. The memories are mostly written in the book.)

I, Millard Nullings, am a pathetic lover. I guess this has to be stated that even as incredibly intelligent as I am, I also have my own weakness. Yes, you guessed it: Love. Love, romantic issues. I mean, how can you not suffer from that kind of thing? You see Emma and Jacob wandering around, laughing, and then Olive and Enoch, almost taking the other's lips off (Author's note: according to the movie), and then last but not least, here we are, stuck in a pathetic situation of a love triangle. I love Hugh, Hugh loves Fiona, and Fiona can't decide whether she's going to love Hugh back and get me as her enemy, or if she's going to, well, don't love anybody and disappoint Hugh.

It's brilliant.

Of course, Emma and Jacob are always on my side, but sadly, Enoch and Olive are on Hugh's side. Incredibly cliché, I know, but I'm not lying. It's how it is, and I'm just saying the truth. The truth up to about 50 years ago. Or maybe that's 8 years in human years. Something like that. It's one of the only things I don't want to keep track of, as hard as it is.

Hey, I took 3 years of my life to just study pigs! It's hard for me to not count up the days of how long I've liked Hugh, okay? And how long he's been dating Fiona, how long it's been since her incident…how long since I haven't seen him…

Oh yes, back then, I was about 15, and it's been 6 years since I've seen any of them, Hugh, Jacob, Enoch, Olive, Emma, Bronwyn, Claire, Horace, and Miss Peregrine, even. Or any of the others, any from other loops. I've almost not seen a single peculiar soul for my 6 years in the outside world. I'm in America, somewhere not in England, at least, I can assure you that, and I'm thinking of moving to the other side of the Pacific, just so that I wouldn't have to meet them. At all.

I remember those days, where Enoch was still an immature grouch, and Olive was a pretty redhead that wore a tiara in her hair, those days when we almost died trying to save Miss Peregrine. When Jacob first showed up, and then, when he discovered he could see hollows, how he saved us all. And then, when we discovered the Tales of the Peculiar could lead us to different loops, found out what the wights were planning to do, how he could control hollows, how he saved us, and destroyed the Library of Souls…and then, Hugh.

Hugh, weeping at Fiona's funeral, weeping for her disappearing.

And how he blamed me…

Yes, I was there. I wasn't captured like the rest, I was there at Miss Wren's, completely naked (Do NOT say anything!), and I watched them push her off the cliff, and I could've helped her, I could've stopped them from doing that…but I couldn't.

How could I?

Hugh was mine, I couldn't stand him falling in love with another girl…it made me happy for some reason when he was on a boat with me, when he talked to me…and I must be going crazy.

Hugh found out one day after I accidentally drank some of the wine Miss Peregrine's and started blubbering (me and my big fat mouth) that I could have saved Fiona. He was so mad, and then he refused to have anything to do with me.

So I left.

And here I am, in the Americas, and I can tell you the complete story of my leaving, but then again, that's another story.

Let's first start this one.