January 19
Oh, God in heaven, help me! An explosion happened in the city, and a little girl got injured! She was unconscious, and had to go to the hospital. I helped her mother to bring her to the hospital, but I don't know if I made it there in time... I was too busy to help others who were in trouble.
I should have been more careful... I was practically there before everything went into chaos! I was helping out Zatanna with a bunch of burglars in Central. Is it all my fault that that girl got in harms way? Are people really going to get hurt? Why is this all happening?!
Later
J'onn called me to the monitor bay... He heard my thoughts all the way from my room. ... I guess I can't blame him. He asked me if I was okay, and I told him about the explosions, and how I'm always coincidentally near one of them; and the dreams. I told him that Dr. Fate helped me already, so I wouldn't need his assistance. He said that it was good of me to ask for help, and he told me that ever since Christmas, I'm finally becoming a team member. My attitude's less irritable, and I can get along better with the League members. I guess that's something to be happy for... He also praised me about helping Wally to be more responsible. Heh... I guess that's what you get for being a parole officer... I'm so overbearing. J'onn placed me in the inactive roster, so that I can get as much rest as possible, and he helped me to calm down by transmitting soothing images of beaches and sunsets into my mind. Ah... it was excellent! You know what? I guess aliens aren't that bad at all...