7 November, class. - I cannot seem to concentrate on the lecture today. There is a white rat on the professor's desk and I cannot shake the feeling that I know it. The professor insists that it is a laboratory rat, but it does not seem to act like one. It is staring at me - peculiar behavior from a rat, I believe. No one seems to notice.
Germ theory: disease does not appear of its own accord, but is passed on through contact with the germ. Example: the bubonic -
It winked! The rat winked at me! I must be going mad... There! It most undeniably winked at me just now! Uncle Van Helsing, if ever I needed your guidance, it would be now, when I cannot trust my own mind! If it would not worry Mom, I would go to Uncle John (but he would undoubtedly inform her of my visit, as they have for once and all decided to have no secrets between the lot of them). I am so distracted that I cannot focus on the professor's lecture. The longer I sit here, the more fearful I grow of this rat. It is irrational, but I feel that I should not be alone with this rat. I will try to slip out of class a few minutes early and hope that Professor Stapleton will excuse me.