A/N This fic could never have been done without bcbdrums whose idea it was in the first place! (Check out Compelling Curiousity chapter 18) This will hopefully be updated about every day adn if you're very good with reviews, you get a second one that day. ;) Enjoy... and review!
Written on the flyleaf:
I have begun this journal on the 3rd of November in 1866. It is Wednesday morning.
Edinburgh, Scotland
November 3, 1866
I have so much rushing through my head, that I have no choice but to put it to paper. Maybe this way I will have a better chance of working things through. Mother is ill, very ill. I have never seen Father look so worried. Oh, yes, Mother has been ill before, but this time I know it must be very serious. I wish there were something I could do! David ran to fetch the doctor yesterday, but I don't have much hope. Neither, it seems, do Father and David.
