Melissa flipped through the next few pages. They were mostly just short writings about Simon's travels with the occasional crazy rant thrown in. Then she ran into something else interesting.

March 7, 1963

Today I entered a city for the first time. I had been avoiding them due to architectural instability but I am running too low on food to pass up this chance. I could hear crying, but I thought it was all in my head. That was when I saw a little girl sobbing on the sidewalk. How had she survived this long? She was the only living person I have encountered since I returned here. She says her name is Marceline. I gave her a stuffed animal from a nearby shop to cheer her up.

March 9, 1963

Marcy seems to be helping my condition. Now that I have someone to talk to I don't succumb to the voices as often as I had before. I think as long as I don't use the crown I should be ok. I have to be here for her. I'm all she has.

March 10, 1963

Marcy had a bath today. We found an abandoned home that still had running water so she went upstairs to take a bath while I counted our rations. When she came back I realized her skin is normally that ashen color opposed to my original theory that she was just dirty from being alone so long. As much as I wonder what this pointy eared little girl is, I could care less as long as she is clean and fed.

March 11, 1963

Today Marcy asked me where we were going and I realized I couldn't tell her. I know I'm looking for someone, but I can't remember who anymore. In my previous entries I talked about a Betty but I don't know who that is. I have to reread my journal often to remember things.

More of the pages were torn out after this, leaving a large gap. It picked up with more stories about Marceline until she reached a much more broken chapter.

June 2, 19-

Gunter went home today. A man appeared out of nowhere, big and intimidating, and took her. He was gray and pointy eared like her, who was he? She called him daddy and tried to introduce me, but when he tried to take her I snapped. I guess I yelled, I'm not sure, but a lot of those creatures started attacking us. I fought them off to save Gunter, but when I turned around that man had taken her. I'm alone now.

Jun-

I must find princess. My Princess. My Princess. My Princess.

MaKing YoUr waY in tHe WORLD TodAY TakEs EverYTHIng YoU Got. MakIng SNOW WiTh aLL yOur WorriES SuRe would help A lot. wouldn't YoU lIKe tO FLY awAy. WhEre EveryBoDY KnoWS YoUr NAME.

The next few pages consisted of childlike scribbles depicting a snowy mountain and a penguin with "Gunter" written all around it in caps. Based on the fact that the Cheer's theme song had been written in and technology was much more advanced in the 1960's instead of coming about in the 1980's there were probably other considerably more dramatic changes in this dimension's history she may never uncover. However, this was all she wanted to know for now and probably all she would be able to uncover from the Ice King's damaged stash. There was one last thing though…

The opened her music history textbook and began flipping through it. It also had a little art and some other things in it but she was looking for something specific.

"I knew the name 'Simon Petrikov' sounded familiar!"

She looked at a picture in the margins showing a museum display. The caption read:

Shown above is an image taken from the Petrikov Archeological Museum (Stockholm, Sweden) showing what is believed to be a Mayan bone flute. The museum was founded in 1978 by several of Simon Petrikov's peers with the aide of his wife, Elizabeth, and his three sons, who allowed the building to be built in order to showcase Petrikov's vast archeological collection. The museum is also known as the Golden Crown Museum after the museums prized displayed crown, the most mysterious and beautiful center piece in the collection.

This completed the other part of her theory. It meant that Simon existed in two realties, which indicated that some of the others may also exist in her dimension as well. Satisfied with her find she collected the journal and articles before she called out to Ice King to take her back to the front.

At his door he wiggled his eyebrows at her and she cringed.

"Don't be late!"