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The clock is ticking but I can hardly hear it. I'm too busy staring at the ceiling to really care about anything around me. K. hasn't come to work for a couple of days now, which is really starting to get to me now.
I miss him.
I still hate Andersen.
Not much has changed recently. K. still works on transcribing the WoNDeRLaND tapes. Andersen keeps trying to break through to me. I keep ignoring him and spend my time trying to find a way to get my hands on those tapes. Because I miss WoNDeRLaND the most, and the longer I stay here in this place, the less I remember about the places I've been before. I'm dangerously close to forgetting WoNDeRLaND, and I want it back.
There's a new guy here now, helping out on my side of the hospital. He goes by J. I'm not sure why the guys have to go by a single letter here, but they do. Oh, well. Less for me to remember, I suppose.
J. swears that he is not K.'s replacement, and I hope he's telling the truth. The last thing I need right now is more loss. I've lost WoNDeRLaND, my Villikins, my memories, my entire life. Everything has been taken away from me by Andersen, because he had some distorted world view that led him to believe I'd actually be glad to see a man I never knew or cared for, after he had the nerve to take me away from the only place I ever thought of as home.
Okay, I gotta calm down. I can't keep freaking out like this. But I can't just stay here and accept it.
I have to get out of here.