I haven't seen Pavel in a story on here, yet. Time to add him into a story, for once!

Another sleepless night for me, it seems. It's 10:30 P.M. and I can hear Flora murmuring things again. I really don't understand how that girl can sleep through so much noise; about at least fifteen minutes ago the alarm of a nearby flat went off and it woke up everyone except for her. That alarm was rather loud...The first place Luke ran to was Flora's room. Good to see how loved I am. Hershel ran to both of their rooms in his red velvet pajamas, and it certainly was a sight to behold. He was still wearing his top hat, even. I'm beginning to think that he's a tad bit obsessed with the thing, but I understand since it was given to him by Claire. Believe it or not, but the tie I always wear was given to me by Constance. Even a madman like me holds precious things to his heart. That was a horrible line, wasn't it? It sounded like something from an atrocious type of card that you would get from the market; not that they make those types of cards anywhere in the world. I'd be earnestly surprised if they did. I'd feel a little special, too. Apology cards just aren't my style anymore. Too many hand cramps.

In the past few days, my name has started to disappear from the London Times. Clive Dove just wasn't special enough anymore to be kept in such petty newspapers, I guess. The reporters were less and less everyday. It's only been a month since I've been released from jail...you think there would be paparazzi on my tail for at least three months, not that I'm complaining, because I'm NOT. Life's been so much easier without the hassle of running away from them into some bathroom for some freaking peace and quite. Even puzzles wouldn't shut their mouths. And I found that unpleasantly shocking...The last person who got me with the camera was unhappy as well...when he looked at the picture, it was completely covered with Pavel's confused face. Oh, Pavel. I think I'll make him my companion in traveling. I don't think he would have a problem with it, considering he followed after me, yelling, "Mon amie! J'ai besoin your help!" Partly in French it means, 'My friend! I need...'. Walking companion achieved, I think.

Erg, this journal entry is going to be short today...I'm not sure what else to talk about it. Nothing really interesting happened today. Well...until another day, I guess.