We reached a mountain. And there was snow, even though it was May when we left. So it's still May or June. That means we're in the Arctic Circle. Peas looked annoyed, and Sunny was amazed.

"Snow!"

Like a kid, she grabbed a clump and made a snowball. Aiming it, she nailed me in the side of the head. Wincing at the cold, I smiled. Me and Peas joined in the fun, and we had a snowball fight.

As I threw a snowball at Peas, I noticed a snow pea on the mountain. Like a spec, she watched us. Deciding we were uninteresting or something, the snow pea vanished in a gust of icy wind. Then we were hit with an icy breeze, and I started to freeze. Peas started to head back south, and me and Sunny followed. Before we left, I looked back at the mountain. It felt important somehow. But I left with the others regardless.

Our detour to the arctic might have been a bad idea, so I set us back southwest. Peas was a little angry, but nothing too serious. Calling me an "irresponsible coward" is the least of my worries, but I was getting nervous around Peas. He wasn't the same plant as he was in Suburbia. I began to trust him less, but not too much. My survival might depend on it. And the mission.

This made me think, what was L.E.A.F.'s game? Francis had created the zombie apocalypse, sure, but didn't L.E.A.F. have bigger worries? Maybe that's why they got me to do the mission, because they had more important things to do. And they tried to send expendable plants to see how dangerous Francis is. Wow. That's just wrong. I'm going to have a talk with L.E.A.F. when we get back.

We set camp for the night next to a large canyon in the forest. We were getting close. I don't know if that's good or bad. So I decided to do something about it. Before we set off next morning,

"Guys, I need to try something."

Peas and Sunny sat next to me and waited quietly as I got the book out. Clearing my throat, I began my theory.

"Peas, quickly, think of anything."

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. As he did that, I put my hands on the book and thought with all my might,

I hereby give Peas control over the book.

The book glowed, and-

What is Doug doing? Wait, that book is glowing! What's going on?

Doug handed me the book. Opening it, I saw these thoughts being written down. Is this how the book works?

"Peas, think "I hereby give Doug control over the book" as hard as you can!"

So that's what I did. I hereby give Doug control over the book! The book's glowing again! Did it-

-pefully this works. Handing me the book, Peas was shocked. Looking at it, my thoughts once again filled the pages. Smiling, I showed Sunny what we did. As she read the page, she was shocked.

"Will it work for anyone?"

I smiled. "I have an idea."

Thinking hard, I thought, I hereby give control of the book to Sunny, Peas and Myself in a turn-based order. This cannot be reversed.

And so it was. I have no idea what the intervals are, but I was happy anyway. My two only friends and I share a book of thoughts. Someday we'll share memories with this thing. Now, standing up, I faced my friends.

"We'll share the book in turns. I already did it. Hopefully it works."

Sunny and Peas smiled. Maybe they didn't realize what this also meant, though. That if one of us died, the book would be incomplete and unreadable forever. But I won't let that happen.

"Let's get this done."